As Riven walked away from the arena, the crowd roared behind him. Victory.
He slipped into the break room, still catching his breath, and sank into a chair. Another fighter was already sitting across from him.
The man cleared his throat.
"Congrats."
"Thanks, I guess," Riven replied, still spinning his gun slowly in his hand.
The man leaned forward.
"That technique you used… what was that? Your gun did some crazy stuff."
"It's called Gopts," Riven said casually. "Like… random effects. One time, I had a 2% chance of making an explosion when I shoot."
"Whoa," the man said. "That's actually kind of cool. What's your name again? Riven, right? The judge mentioned it."
"Yeah. What about you?"
The man gave a small grin.
"Nox. I can control shadows."
"Nice. That's cool, I guess."
They sat in silence for a few moments. Then the sound of the announcer echoed in the distance — the next round was starting.
Nox stood up, adjusting his gloves.
"See you after I win this match."