Grand Magic Games X800: Dragons of the Horizon vs The Purple Swordsmen

The Domus Flau was as lively as ever, the previous day's matches making them all the more excited to see what the guilds had to offer for their final members. The excitement was nearly tangible with the screams that filled the stadium, further amplified by the circular structure. A loud voice boomed over the speakers, silencing the audience as they waited for the reveal of the next four combatants. "Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, our next match features members from two relatively small guilds, though the names alone speak volumes of their strength. Two beasts, the Phoenix and Dragon, shall clash today, with only one left to rule the skies!" Mato shouts, eliciting a massive roar from the crowd, various chants to those they wanted to win. "Without further ado, I welcome those who fight for Dragon Gunfire! Chase Grimsted and Theia Zhulong!"

Chase walked onto the arena floor with a smile, giving a few small waves to the crowd as he did. He seemed to be on edge, though that was to be expected to some degree considering he was just about to enter a fight, no matter the friendly implications of it. He was also slightly annoyed that he hadn't gotten to fight yesterday, and he was full of pent up energy and stress that he wanted to get out. He turned to Theia, looking over his teammate, and then facing in front of him again, taking a deep breath in. "They sure like screaming," He said, a more genuine small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Regardless of how he was feeling before, a good match would serve to alleviate most of the negativity he felt, he was sure. He also had Theia at his side, one of the few people who he wanted at his side during a battle. If he were alone, he doubted he'd be able to apply the brakes fast enough to ensure he didn't do something he'd later regret, though with her efficient and easy ways of communicating, he believed they would be fine.