Thunderclap's expression immediately shifted from annoyance to excitement and a wide grin spread across his face as he stepped forward, clearly relishing the attention.
He flexed his muscular arms as he did this, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers. His massive biceps bulged as he struck a pose, showing off for the fans, who roared in approval.
Don, Frostbite, Phantomstrike, and the others all moved toward the edge of the field, giving Thunderclap the center stage.
As they walked, Don couldn't help but notice Silverwing flashing a knowing smile in his direction before turning back to the field. 'What's with this guy?' Don thought, but he gave nothing away.
Thunderclap, now standing in the center of the field, soaked in the crowd's adoration. His confidence was at it's peak as he rubbed the back of his scruffy hair and chuckled. "Let's get this over with already" he stated mockingly, his gaze locked on the mechanism rising from the ground on the opposite side of the field.
