He roared into the skies, feeling like he was being punked by his opponents... nothing he planned worked, and now, he wasn't given even the satisfaction of blowing someone off with his ultimate ability.
How could he not be pissed?
Drayven started walking in circles, each step left behind a scorched mark... he was absolutely livid, and the only thought coursing through his mind was:
'Bastards! I am going to kill every one of you and claim all the Joker cards!'
While he was thinking of ways to slay Levi and the rest to offset some of his rage, Gamemaster Gamble concluded the third round and permitted the Rifters to leave their rooms.
Drayven and Levi were the only ones stepping out of their rooms alone... this left the other four to glance in their direction with different looks.
