Connor grinned widely, “Is there anyone else to fight?” He walked over to each of his team members, Marewill, Tinker, Sharp, Dougella, and gave them each a nod. He strode further down the tunnel, dropped the coin and, pushing off of it, sat on the ceiling, because he had always thought that it’d look cool.
His friends hadn’t come, but that was fine. He’d made some new ones.
Maybe.
Probably.
Anyways, now it was time to go home.
But first there was still a little time for a short nap.