"It's 3–2 for Rodova! Leo Skyshard pulls one back for his team!" Derek shouted, nearly out of his seat.
"To be honest, I didn't see much of anything he did here," Lee added, shaking his head with a stunned expression. "Just like the majority of the crowd. But judging by how terrified Mikhail looked by the end of it... it must've been something damn impressive."
"Impressive is putting it lightly, Lee," Derek replied. "He dismantled a Grandmaster-level fighter without a scratch on him. That's almost unheard of for a finals match."
"Yeah, I don't think anyone expected this sort of dominance from the youngsters…. But it looks like Rodova's first years are better than their seniors, so even if Rodova doesn't win the cup this year, I'm sure they will be happy to know that they have absolute superstars at their hands for the next year" Lee muttered, as the Rodova section roared at the top of their lungs, cheering Leo on.
