"Everyone is finished now, so me and my staff of judges will determine who is the winner... outside of us of course." Luna, the baby, declared as she stood proudly on the table, surrounded by her team. Chase, Aurora, and Ash were slouched behind her, lazily munching on chocolate chip cookies like they were sitting through a mildly entertaining play.
"Can you three at least act interested?" Athena snapped, her face twitching with restrained irritation.
"We do care," Chase replied with a casual shrug, "just not really. I mean, we already know who won..."
Before he could finish, an arrow zipped past his head, grazing a lock of his hair. Chase leaned back just in time.
"That was a warning shot. The next one will hit you," Artemis warned, her glare sharp enough to pierce armor.
Chase let out a sigh of surrender as Luna cleared her throat pointedly, clearly annoyed at being ignored.
