Cheer for the final confrontation.

"You can do it!" you shout, uncertain if they can hear you. "Don't let Elok Daven's lackies push you around!"

"You do not much care for him, do you?" asks Juaela.

"What do you know of Daven?" William speaks up.

"Well, he is my boss after all. I am hosting this on his behalf before his arrival. From what I know of him, he is an intelligent, charismatic, capable man. Being able to put all this together alone is impressive, especially with the King of Tivera here, and four Demon Kings."

"Four. So, you're counting him?" you ask.

"Ah yes," she says, almost as if caught off guard for a moment. "That is what he calls himself, is it not?"

You glance over to see your teams narrowly joust past one another a few times over, though no progress is being made quite yet. While both Snow and RF are more athletic and nimble on average than their opponents, they're still slowed by a certain wardrobe malfunction, and that's not to devalue the intellect Breiah and possibly even Meti contain. You're not even certainly how old both of them are, other than that Breiah is far older than you, is Vivi is anything to go off. Djinn may grow to be rather old as well, or immortal. This is knowledge you're lacking.

"They're both playing cautiously," William comments. "Because they don't want to simply go back and forth, exchanging a headband for another. Things need to conclude quickly, in a singular combo attack. It's as if they're playing a fighting game, but both characters regenerate health. The only path to victory is all or nothing."

"If it's a battle of the minds, I think my team can outlast them purely through stamina, especially Lala."

"... Hold on. Lala. Are you saying that Rabbit's Foot is really Lalarin Relestel?"

"You're joking."

"Of course I'm joking."

"Since when do you try and get a laugh?"

Panting, both from physical exhausting and mental as well, the two centaurs meet eyes and stare at one another for a long moment. It's truly a standoff. Snow pulls in her legs tight against the rabbit's uncovered pillows and thinks as hard as she's able. Then she leans down, and once again she whispers something so quietly that only the sensitive ears of a bunnyfolk so near could pick it up.

Lala nods.

The two teams strafe around one another. Breiah is a little out of her domain--a lab scientist now having to heave a body around over her shoulders for so long. "Getting tired?" Snow mocks the second they attack.

"Never," she replies.

As Snow swings out her arm, she also swings out her tail by the motion of her hips. The fluffy appendage brushes in front of Breiah's nose, and with a grin, she reaches out and grabs it once again. She squeezes with both hands, paralyzing the catfolk temporarily and disallowing her from reach out as she was attempting to grab one or both headbands. Though as this happens, Lala moves in close. It all happens in one swift motion. The gym uniform is rather simple--a tight, white shirt, and a pair of team-coloured shorts. That's it. Unfortunately, that leaves a lot of vulnerabilities. Lalarin's fingers move out with precision, and as a monk, she's certainly skilled in that regard. The tips of her fingers reach the sensitive bare feet of Meti sitting atop her ally, and suddenly the tickling begins.

Meti gasps out a scream before her lips shut tight. Laughter escapes her nose, and then it bursts out loud. She flails and tries to escape, but is securely set on another's shoulders. All she can do is flop backwards and hang upside down in a futile, foolish attempt to get away, even if it means to the ground. Breiah panics and grabs her ally's legs, which also means Snow's tail is released.

RF goes one way, and Snow goes the other. They undock from each other, and as they run around, they both remove one headband from Meti's dangling forehead. Then back where they started, they mount up again.

"No!" Breiah shouts. While holding the djinn's leg with one hand, she grabs out at Snow's leg with the other.

One. Two. Three. There's only one headband left to tie, and it's currently on its way up to its destination.

Meti recovers. She pulls back up, and attempts to grab onto Snow's arm.

"Go, now!" Lala shouts. She grasps Snow's feet, and with the leg strength of a rabbit, and agility of a cat, the pair launches Snow high into the air.

In the sky, she ties up the final band.

After being exposed for a second, Lalarin covers up her chest and breaths one final sigh of relief. Snow lands behind her, easily and without difficulty flat on her feet, now looking rather silly with four different coloured bands of fabric covering from the top of her forehead to partially over her eyes. Yet she's there, and her opponent has absolutely zero.

"And that is game!" Juaela shouts with excitement. "After an outstanding competition, Team D has managed to pull out a victory in every single round of the Sports Festival. Truly amazing. Please rest up, competitors. You all did well. And that goes for all of you out there too! Great job keeping up the energy! So take a deep breath and get ready for the finale. Soon you will all meet your gracious host. He will provide the final words of the Sports Festival, so make sure you do not blow out your voice yet, because there is still a need for cheering!"

After that, she turns to you and continues speaking, though without the amplification. "You may wish to depart and prepare as well. Meet up with your friends, get something to eat, and enjoy the rest of the event."

Williams stares skeptically. "Of course."