Thunderous panic beat in her chest at hearing the words of failure, words that struck a chord with her anxiety and refused to let it go. BLU winning was always her priority, always on the top of her list—To be labeled as a failure was beyond what she could take. Witnessing the flash of blue from off to one side, Eli followed the ushering wave and hurried close behind.
Furiously wiping blood splashes off her mask, Elliot glanced around like a spooked rabbit on the come-down from furiously fighting. “Thanks—I think we’re tucked away good enough.”







