The next day...
The next round of combat would begin in thirty minutes. The three friends exchanged glances as they prepared themselves mentally for the challenge ahead.
"Are you sure we don't need to review the plan for Hector's team?" Taro asked, his voice taking on that serious tone that only emerged when they discussed strategies.
Ren began walking toward the arena, his friends flanking him on both sides.
"Hector's minotaur has considerable brute strength, but it lacks precision and weapons," he explained, his eyes forward. "Vern's centaur is fast but predictable in its attack patterns. And Rosalind's three-horned horse..."
"That's a problem," Min interjected. "All three creatures are Tier 2, all quite large. They outmatch us in raw power if we only account for Taro's Living Tunnel."
"But not in adaptability," Ren smiled. "Hector and his friends may have large beasts. But we..."
"Have more beasts," Taro completed, a smile forming on his face as understanding dawned.
