The bar exploded with noise as one of the fighters onscreen was sent flying by a thunderous punch to the stomach, before his descent came to an end against the metal plating of the arena floor. The boy, clad in a suit of white armour, scrambled upright in time to lock horns with the girl who'd just launched him through the air.
Jacob Barrow took a swig from the current beer and watched the fight unfold. True to his personal promise, he hadn't missed a shred of the Gauntlet coverage since the Mayhems had finished. However, the viewing had not always been pleasant. In particular, watching Codi come face to face with Bruno Varlin in the group stage had been a bitter pill to swallow.
That being said, he marvelled at how far she'd come in the months since the friendly tournament. The group st
