>>4889>Conquest shrugs, moving away from Orion."Consider it, or it might be you dying out there. . ."
>As her voice trails off, Lisa gives Orion a glance, not having caught the conversation, but still curious, only to shift her attention as a projection of Omega's head appears in the centre of the room."You've acquainted yourselves with each other, good, while bonds forged over years cannot be replicated, it's important that you at least have
some rapport, or else you'll end up dead before even a single round of combat."
"As I previously mentioned, I have selected you to fight because I know of your abilities, and believe that you have the best odds of beating the team my brother has put together - once again, I must impress upon you that this is an
honour, there are many among the myriad cosmoses who would kill untold worlds to be where you are, especially for a games like this."
"Before you are sent up to the hypogeum, I will explain the format to you: once the match begins, you will be sent into an arena, a specifically crafted environment for these games, where you will each be contained in a specific starting tube and have your powers, physical abilities, and equipment synchronised to the level of the lowest competitor. . ."
>The projection of Omega sighs."Given that there is an individual with no specific abilities, this means that you will be at a level that is typical for your race, but worry not, there is a simple way around this - you just have to kill the weakest one, at which point you will be synchronised to the new weakest competitor."
"A simple proposition, but not so simple in practice, I can assure you."
"Before I continue, I will allow each person a single question, should they chose to use it."