"Zion! You bastard!" Valindra shouted as she walked up to him.
"What? Don't tell me you actually expected me to help you in that situation?"
"Yes! Then, after you helped me, we could have had a fair duel to see who would take home that orb!"
"Wishful thinking." He laughed.
"Ughh, you're so annoying, and I barely even know you. AND STOP KISSING ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!"
"You see that, Lars, that's how you know a girl's into you."
"I see, thank you for the advice." He turned to Eliza.
"Ew, don't even think about it." She gagged, walking away from the group.
"Damn. It could be worse. She could have thrown up all over you instead." He patted Lars's back to reassure him.
Lars sniffled, looking down at the ground. "I don't even like her, man. I got a fiancé."
"Oof."
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Zion huddled up with his team and laid out their plan for the final round. "Okay, everyone, this is it, the final round. The round that will determine which race will win. Are you guys ready?!"
