"So... You seem chill. Nice moves during the festival" Arslan commented
It was the night following their fight against another team during the Vytal festival - their match was against Team ABRN from Haven Academy in Mistral. The stage was cleared and the match had ended a little while ago with the victor declared, however, Blake was still trying to catch his breath.
He wondered how Yang did it. She was constantly throwing punches and running around the stage, while Blake mostly used stealth tactics to get an advantage on his opponents. Speaking of opponents, the presumed leader from the opposing team had approached him at some point in time as to when he was lost in his thoughts.
“Thanks,” was his response to her comment as he focused on fixing his beret - there was a certain anxiety of it falling off at times, but he supposed it became less and less of a fear as time went on. “You and your team did great as well.”
