The silence was deafening, as if the stadium still debated how to react.
You're upset you didn't get your show? Thought Alexander with a slight smile.
The crowd then burst into cheers, the announcer going crazy through the speakers.
"It's already finished! What a fight! We didn't see anything!" he said.
The referee stepped onto the stage, waving his hand in the air.
A team of healers came up with stretchers, carrying each member into the medical wing to get them treated.
Alexander turned around ready to leave, but the announcer caught his wrist, stopping him mid-step.
"Wait! Any words?!"
Alexander frowned and yanked his hand out of his grasp while stomping his way off stage.
Instead of being offended by it, the announcer played into it.
"Cultists! You never know what might be their switch… let's be careful! This other team however…"
He headed toward the tunnel he had taken moments ago, Sunder waiting by its entrance.
"What?" said Alexander.
