"Good job, everyone!" Sheva smiled, offering a high-five to all the strong ladies who had just slain their enemies. "You all are a bunch of beasts on the table. Oh, here, have some water." He offered a bottle of water that he bought outside.
"Thanks." Laysa didn't even have any reservations, snatching one of them from Sheva's hand before enjoying it to the fullest. "So, only Sister Medina got defeated, huh?" The girl smirked mischievously, not knowing that Medina was clutching her fist with a scary smile behind her. The girl sure was a glutton for punishment.
"You cannot blame me for losing my game!" Medina retorted with some heat. "My opponent is a player with the greatest momentum in the tournament, you know? She is winning all six games she had played before, and seven with this! Of course, it will be difficult for me to win!"
