The echoes of the cheering crowd could be heard clearly even from the training rooms -- apparently there was another match ongoing, but Icetales has no way to know for certain who was fighting who.
Perhaps it was the match of Astrid and Vix versus Brisa and Owen? The Ninetales sighed: surely his comrades were handling the battle so much better, especially the other Ninetales. She had always good strategies (even if most of them were about exploding on her opponents), and her teammate was an equally strong teammate. And he knew from experience that Brisa and Owen were also excellent battlers, if that match at the beach was any proof.
Meanwhile, what did he do? He couldn't even keep his teammate safe from the attacks of Nip, whose speed was unparalleled, and Starr, who had the rawest firepower. What kind of supporter was he, if he couldn't even support his own friend properly?
Icetales sighed and turned to the door. It was a good thing that the training rooms had a small infirmary for minor accidents. Even though, he wondered if being incinerated by a Flare Blitz could be considered minor...
And then, the door opened, and Cynthian came out of it. Icetales bolted forward, looking down in concern.
"S-Sir Cynthian, how art thou feeling?" He blinked and rubbed his cheek with a forepaw. "Oh, apologies! It's Miss Cynthian now, right?"
