Esma's interview

Kisha let out a sigh as Esma sat down across from her.

"What was that for?" Esma growled.

"Oh, just... your team... It's said to be the craziest of the bunch," Kisha grumbled.

"Huh? You want a fight? I'm pissed enough my rating dipped that I'd get selected as the under 2000, so don't piss me off anymore!"

"See, see, the powder kegs. Surprised Zsa Zsa didn't make this team given how she is."

Esma slowly put on her Wakuta mask and began charging up a beam on her gauntlet.

"What are you doing?"

"The shadows... The shadows must spread with the power of corrupted light."

...

"Uh, Esma Osmanagić... Is that it?" Esma grumbled.

"No, now tell me how you think the team will do!" a soot-covered Kisha glared.

"They suck. Probably last place."

"That's different from the last team. Esma Osmanagić, everybody."