Breath in. Breath out. Yes. They could do it.
The light shone on both his and Cynthian’s faces as they walked through the corridor connecting the locker room with the arena. The cheering crowd filled him with a cocktail of emotions: thrill, anxiety, determination, hesitation, power.
Though, he felt that was necessary: he needed some distraction from the constant and turbulent thoughts of the deadly beam hanging over their heads 24/7, as well as letting out some steam and training further for when they needed to confront Joule in a few days.
Then, he spotted their opponents: Starr and Nip. While he never got the chance to talk with them much, he was fully aware of their battle abilities. They were among the toughest and fiercest fighters, and that made him frown. Did he really stand a chance against such talented battlers? He wasn’t sure about that…
"So, it's just you and me again, huh?" Cynthian said, followed by a nervous chuckle. She nudged his leg with her flower gently. "Best of luck to both of us, partner."
“It is us, indeed, my good comrade,” replied Icetales simply, keeping his cool composure. “Let us… do our best, shall we?”
He nodded at Incineroar to acknowledge the introduction, before bowing at his opponents with respect.
“Greetings, our good opponents. May this duel be the ideal chance to unleash our true power and show to all these Cibean folks that they can rest assured, as long as we are around.”