Medakkaru was seated beside his brother Mirkatthun in the audience with their brown-level fellows, as they watched Pildogoz having a duel with a blue-ranked shifter with yellow hair. The combatants were of the same age, height and body build.
“Do you think he’ll not drop to the white level at this rate? He’s distracted, brother,” Mirkatthun expressed, filled with worry.
Medakkaru assessed Pildogoz’s cautious movements before he answered his brother. “He is distracted, but he’s trying to use it to his advantage.”
“What? How is that even possible?” He looked at Medakkaru with a lot of doubt in his beige eyes. The usual playfulness in them was all gone.
Medakkaru smiled at his brother with confidence, patting his chest with the back of his hand. “Look, he’s just waiting for the attack to
