Bridge won.
Of course he did. Was that even up for debate? Especially after he was permitted by the opponent's blunder to interfere in the battle...which he did by smashing a clawed hand into the face of one of the opponent's contracts
His opponent had forfeited shortly after that devastating display, and the referees—after a brief scramble to confirm that the transformation was the work of his gift and not an enchanted object banned by the rules—had declared the result valid.
Now, as Bridge climbed the stairs back toward the seats, Kain didn't say a word.
He just stared.
Bridge scratched the back of his head sheepishly, the very picture of someone who'd just gotten red handed for concealing something important.
"...Surprise?" he offered.
Kain raised a single brow.
Bridge coughed into his fist. "You mad?"
Mad?
Kain stared at him a moment longer, then blinked.
Was he mad?
He wasn't exactly an open book himself.
Bridge didn't know he was reincarnated.
