Class Group-S came after them.
The anticipation rose before the competitors were even announced. Students who had wandered toward the exits returned to their seats. Instructors and the administration sat forward with more interest, and every drone camera turned toward the field.
"Representing Specialist-S, Oden Fyrebloom!"
Oden walked out with a heavy blade resting across one shoulder.
Dark green poison ran along the edge and dripped onto the plates, where it hissed without leaving a mark. He didn't care at all for the crowd, his eyes were narrowed and his mouth was the shape of a permanent scowl.
"Representing Elementalist-S, Vernon Heavenblum!"
Vernon entered to the loudest reaction of the day.
Wind moved around him. Fire followed in small rings around his wrists. Water gathered into thin bands at his shoulders while stone lifted in fragments beneath his steps. Sparks passed through all of it without disturbing the balance.
