Alaric stands in the executive box, separated from the general population by glass walls. The decorations inside the luxurious box are a little haphazard because of the rush, but out of anywhere in this new setup, this is the most finished.
He looks at his three sons who stand in the box completely unprotected. Even just seeing his sons not being flanked by the usual security looks odd. They all stand that little bit further away from each other. There is a certain tightness in their shoulders that is usually never there, an inability to relax. They look around more often with wary eyes. He has seen this appearance many times before. Every time the elites go out for their mandated training, it is a similar thing. Only this time there is a lot more tension. They are all in competition and
