Chapter Four
I grimaced as the uncomfortable plastic chair stuck to me, a symptom of too much sweat. No doubt caused by the fifty-plus people sat in a room with no air conditioning and the hot Spanish sun outside.
"...You're here because you're one of the ten best teams in the world, each made up of four players..."
"It's like they think we didn't read the entry requirements," Todd muttered in my ear.
I stifled a laugh and pretended to be listening to the man who'd introduced himself as the Matador of Dragons, and ultimately insulted every living Spaniard in the process. Plus a few dragons if the murmurs from the crowd had been anything to go by.
"...We don't have many rules, but the ones we do have are pretty straight forward. All communication while on the gaming floor should be in
