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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 6, 2015 3:50:56 GMT
Benetto took the attack full on, tearing his suit and bloodying it somewhat, but not enough to be crippling. "Auugh!" (Bitter to the end!) Too tired to strike a pose, Benetto simply lifted his arm in victory, albeit slightly bittersweet. Thankfully, this wound should heal relatively quickly, it wasn't strong enough to hit anything important. It might interfere with his next match, though. Justice...prevails in the end. Benetto slowly moved out of the arena and back over to the bar. "Mr. Bartender? Forget the water, I might need something just a little heavier."
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Post by Articho Reville on May 6, 2015 4:00:36 GMT
"That's it, folks," the announcer called. "Akumaji forfeits, making this round's winner Accelerando!" The crowd grumbled and money exchanged hands again. They had wanted a knock out or even Accelerando's death by the looks of it. "The next round will be starting shortly," the announcer continued. "Please be patient as we clean up the ring."
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Articho relaxed and sat down on his bar stool. He took another drink of his water as he sighed heavily. "That could have ended so much worse," he said. "Looks like Akumaji is out of the running, though. I'm almost glad. He's crazy. If that had gotten any worse, this place would have been brought to the ground." The hybrid looked back around at the arena. The clean up crews were fixing up the arena for the next round. The crowd was actually amazed by the last fight. Articho spotted Sorsi amongst the crowd and she seemed uneasy with going into her fight with Accelerando later that evening. The hybrid chuckled a bit as he took another drink. "Looks like some of our opponents are in over their heads, Glec," he said jokingly.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 6, 2015 4:32:00 GMT
"Yeah, they seem to be... Now... Im gonna check on that Accelerando guy. Follow me if you want." Stood back up and headed over to the victory of the round. "Hey, congrats kiddo." He said streching his hand for a handshake, but then got a good look at him. "Why are you wearing shades inside... At night... You look like and ass." He said as he took them off. "See? No need to make a fuzz." He said grinning. "My name is Gleciar. Whats your actual name, 'Accelerando'?" He said in a playful manner.
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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 6, 2015 4:44:56 GMT
"Aaaah!" Benetto fumbles for the glasses and puts them back on. "Not in front of the civilians! My secret identity is a forbidden secret to the general public! Owwww...." (That spiky ball attack really hurt!) *sigh* "Look, if I may ask, why do you fight? I want to know before telling people willy-nilly about my secret identity, the man behind the crime fighter, THE ow ow ow, uhhh...you get my point. I can't just go telling everybody, or crazies like that Akumaji nutjob will hunt me down." "Look, if you're really interested in finding out about me, we can talk after this tournament. I'd prefer it not be in such a place where some malcontent could hear. That said, I'm looking forwards to your match. Perhaps we'll meet in the finals! Hahahaha...ow ribs ow pain." (Wait a minute...I've seen that face before...Hmm, must be my imagination.) |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 5:03:28 GMT
He'd shrug lightly at the end of the altercation a little disappointed it didn't end as flashy as he would have liked. The barbaric little twit was at least out of the running. If the things power was to low he didn't now if he could have resisted breaking the things neck from spouting about killing this killing that. He detested killing most the time but some creatures were just annoying and were better with broken necks then waggling tongues.
He'd walk over to the man handling the betting a bookie next to the board and brackets watching and listening to the crowd. "Seems a shame..." The man looking up at him taking bets and handing out a few coins to people who'd won the prior fights betting. First rounds usually taking in the smaller coins as it had yet been seen what fighters won favor where. "What is?" The scruffy man would say scratching his chin. "The creepy little thing is leaving a little more well off then it should be... He should have broken him a bit more. Its rather shameless. Mad dogs...I suppose killing is off limits in this?"
The man would give him a eye seeming a bit off put by what he heard. Giving a shaken response before snorting in a answer. "Look here guy, It might not the brightest joint but any direct killing would scare off the business... I mean there have been accidents but a accident is different kind of show then a murder. So no in a way killing isn't off limits. But murder is I suppose." He hadn't really intended to kill anyone he was just curious of the show and what he may see. Plus it was fun ruffling up feathers sometimes. Sometimes it was the best way to get bits of information from otherwise surprisingly tight lips.
He seemed wrestles more then anything. The saiyan was bored if he wanted a drink he could get that elsewhere. He wanted a fight or a show a real show not mad creatures drooling like dogs. Or at least thats how he saw it. "I hope whats to come is a bit more entertaining." He'd say lightly grumbling. He needed a distraction and a outlet and piss poor ale wasn't gonna do it. He wanted to fight and bad as his saiyan blood stirred. His brenchian spirit as well. Pacing occasionally around the ring.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 7, 2015 1:58:03 GMT
The attendants carted the unconscious Akumaji off of the arena and cleaned up the blood that the fight had left. The crowd was in a frenzy. The sight of blood flying excited them and they wanted even more. Bets were placed as the announcer spoke once again. "Time for round three, folks," he said. "Beare versus Fizz! Will the fighters please enter the arena?"
The crowd parted ways as the two men made their way to the center. Beare was a grizzly, bearded man with close cropped brown hair. He was missing a few teeth and it looked like he didn't smile much. He wore dark blue combat pants and boots with no shirt or gloves. He cracked his knuckles as he watched his opponent enter the ring. Fizz made his way into the arena. He was a skinny man with spiked up black hair and a pale face with beady dark eyes. He wore a karate dogi colored white with black accents. His hands were covered in padded gloves.
"Wot's this then?" Beare said, his accent thick and not familiar to Articho. "You think you can take me on? I'm a wee bit insulted." Beare spit at the ground and raised his fists. "Come on, then. Let's 'ave a nice brawl."
Fizz politely bowed towards Beare. "You're quite rude, sir," he said as he straightened and struck his own pose, "and it seems I will have to put you in your place. Face the might of the Hyena School!"
"Hyena School?" Articho said. "Is that even a thing? Did he make that up?"
"Both fighters ready?" the announcer called. A pause as he waited for a response. None came. "Fight!"
Beare lunged at Fizz, aiming an uppercut at his opponent's jaw. Fizz easily ducked back under Beare's fist and delivered a few swift strikes at the man's abdomen. Beare hardly reacted to the blows and tried to elbow drop the smaller man. Fizz dipped to the right and swept Beare's legs out from under him. The man roared as he fell to the ground with Fizz jumping on top of him and continuing his quick, though weak, strikes. Beare was too slow for Fizz, but Fizz was to weak to hurt Beare. This match seemed like a stalemate and the crowd was quickly growing restless. They wanted blood and they were going to get it somehow. Though, in a quick turn of events, Beare grabbed one of Fizz's wrists, halting his attack. The smaller man faltered for a moment, giving Beare the opening he needed. He began to punch Fizz in the jaw over and over again. Fizz's head bounced back and forth, blood flying from his mouth. Beare pulled his feet out from underneath the dazed man on top of him and placed them against his stomach. Beare pushed against Fizz's chest and sent him flying into the air, then crashing back down outside of the arena in the crowd.
"Ring out!" the announcer yelled. "This round's winner is Beare!"
Beare stood up off of the ground and raised his arms above him in victory. He left the ring as the attendants took the injured Fizz away and cleaned the body fluids from the floor. Articho shook his head, embsrressed for the warrior of the Hyena School. "Hyena School, my ass, " he mumbled into his glass.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 7, 2015 2:10:45 GMT
"Sure thing, kiddo!" He said laughting as he walke back to Articho so they could watch the third fight. It seemed like that brute was going to beat the the skinny guy. "I have only heard of the Turtle and Crane, there might be others, but i have no idea..." He looked at the match with little interest it was obvious who would win. "I kinda wish the other one had won... This guy i very rude..."
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 9:44:20 GMT
He wouldn't waste time when it was his turn up. The man announcing Jarvis's name nothing more. He hadn't left a title or school of any kind. No group or military he was sanctioned with just a name. He'd climb onto the ring preparing himself sighing for a moment. Blue eyes looking about on the people watching a smirk present on his lips thinking on the last couple fights he'd seen. So far it wasn't really entertaining and more so just seeing the crazy kind of people on this planet. He wasn't sure if he was joyful or slightly uneased by such information now in his head.
Never the less he'd place a white gloved hand to his hip against the black body suit as he stood annoyed watching the woman approach when summoned. A woman announced as a proud kick boxer and mixed marital artist. Her sports shorts and sports top giving the look too as she enter the ring throwing a few quick jabs to the air giving a bouncing type footwork on the mat. Jabs and practice hook as if to rial up the crown and give a preview after her announcement had been made. Jarvis closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath feeling his energy within and his strength. He almost hadn't even hear the man give the order to begin.
The woman moving on her feet as graceful as a ballerina thrusting fists at him with the intense stinging jabs of a killer bee. Jarvis opening his eyes a smile stretching from ear to ear as he began back stepping dodging and weaving her chuckling as he gauged her speed. So this was more like what he thought humans were. A little quicker then expected but this must have been the race he'd gathered a bit of information from in the old pods terminal before its destruction. Not at all like that pale android he'd encountered prior. He seemed to enjoy it his smile growing in a toothy grin like a hyena chuckling as it played with its food. Making the woman look very much like a fool. "Common darlin? I was rather looking forward to that pain you said you'd be putting me in. Have you fallin a bit short on that dainty little ass of yours?" He'd tease moving with grace and speed easily done compared to a woman like this.
Her fists glided again and again kicks swinging by a few gliding a inch or two away but each only ferociously striking air. "Dammit... What the hell. Stop being like that and fight me. It'd only take one hit to put you on the mat!" Her radiant dark skinned face pulsating with anger now. Jarvis hearing the comment would react with a smirk. "Oh?" Stopping his movement as feet planting firmly on the ground a fist hook colliding with his chin. His head tilting to the side. Followed by since the opportunity was there a kick whipping through the are at his head on the opposite side he'd been punched from. He seemed to lean with the flow and stumbled towards the edge letting his tilting body move with her rather then against. She'd jab his face once more as he'd let himself lean a bit close to the ledge looking up at the panting girl grinning. He'd let her move him but besides that she'd done no damage. The only pain some light irritation to the wound on his jaw the android had given him. Lightly irritated from the blows nothing more. "Are you done? I don't normally like putting hands on women in such a violent manner unless we're having a bit of fun. But you understand its nothing personal right? Just a tournament and all. So I apologize in advance." He'd shoot forward in a blur to normal humans as she just stared in surprise. A fist thrusting into her stomach like a dagger as she hunched over. Spit and all the air in her lungs left her as her eyes rolled back and she fell limp against him almost instantaneously. If this wasn't a tournament some might have considered her dead. A light silence that replaced cheering suggested a few may have already thought that. He'd stand there for a moment holding her up with the fist before lifting her and throwing her over one shoulder her legs danging in front of him as her upper body and arms hung over his back as she was hung on his shoulder. Carrying her out of the ring and giving her off to some men at the side with aid ready. "Aye she'll live. I'd say her fighting days are done for awhile though. Give her my best when she's awake if ya would. Brave girl,... Pity that I had to put her down. Never did like laying hands on a lass that couldn't really defend herself fairly." He'd say to the men before walking off and plopping back in his seat as if nothing had happened. It was a victory hardly just a bit of fun that ended with a bitter taste in his mouth. He wasn't gonna high tail a retreat though just to spare a blow and a woman's pride. Wasn't good to appear soft to this crowd especially if he was seeking contacts soon. His eyes drifted to the woman once more as she coughed and was wheeled away on a metal bed to be treated. She'd live he knew that tough spirit she had and all. He'd quickly push it to the back of his mind knowing it wasn't wise to linger on such thoughts as he waited to watch the next show.
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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 9, 2015 6:29:35 GMT
(So many quick fights. I'm really hoping that the next time I get in there, it's not down in one punch. After all, the citizens can't exactly see their great and powerful superhero be done in that easily!) Bennetto took a sip of his drink, causing much of the pain to fade into a dull ache. After lightly massaging his muscles, he moved over to the friendly Arcosian's companion, Articho. "Hey, I didn't see much, being in the fight and all, but I noticed you being concerned for me. Thanks for being decent, I'm certain that could have gone poorly if I didn't end it when I did. It's good to know that the heart of goodness lies even in the darkest corners! In all seriousness though, thanks for being concerned about the fate of some guy you've never met. I'll be looking forwards to your match! Hope you don't get somebody as crazy as I did." Benetto walked back to his seat and mulled over the previous fighters' strategies, now switching back to water to avoid getting any more alcohol in his system than it would be worth. (I'm glad I'm getting a chance to watch these fighters before I get another match. I just got lucky with the last match because he didn't seem very concerned with covering his weaknesses. I'll have to get a good read on these people, or it might be me on the end of one of those one-hit-ko punches...)
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Post by Articho Reville on May 10, 2015 1:43:52 GMT
Articho shrugged as he stood up and stretched his arms a bit. "It is what it is. I'm kinda glad the Fizz guy lost. His whole 'Hyena' deal was pretty stupid." The hybrid stretched his other limbs some more as Accelerando approached him. He looked up at the taller man, searching for his eyes behind his shades. "Well, I'm not here to see people die and he was psychotic, so I wanted him unconscious fast. I doubt I have to worry about someone that crazy. Just an asshole whose going to see who he's messing with." Articho grinned confidently as the announcer started speaking again.
"Time for the next round!" he shouted. "Articho versus Calcula! Will the fighters please make their way to the arena!"
"Wish me luck," Articho said, flicking his tail slightly as he made his way towards the ring. He entered through the crowd to see Calcula on the other side. The man sneered at the hybrid as Articho stood glaring at him.
"Cheap move with your tail," Calcula told him. "You'll pay for it. I won't let you catch me off guard again." He shifted to a fighting stance. Articho didn't break his gaze as struck his own.
"No need to anymore," the half Saiyan stated simply.
"Fighters ready?" the announcer called. There was a pause before he loudky shouted, "Fight!" Calcula dashed towards Articho and aimed a straight jab at Articho's face with his right hand. He was fast, the hybrid would give him that, but it wasn't fast enough. He shifted his hand to the left and the man's fist shot past his hand. Calcula's mouth fell open in shock as Articho moved the rest of his body to the left, curling his tail around the man's ankle and pulling his legs out from underneath him. Calcula fell and faceplanted into the floor. The crowd howled with laughter and the hybrid smirked as his opponent stood back up. His face was livid with rage.
"Bastard! You'll regret that!" Calcula shouted before charging at Articho again. He aimed a kick at the hybrid's chest, which he easily grabbed.
"Well, you're not wrong," Articho replied before throwing his opponent into the air. Calcula screamed as he flew high above the ring. Articho jumped up after him, landing a hard punch into the man's gut before kicking him back down to earth. Calcula slammed into the ground and bounced off a bit before Articho landed on his back and pushed him back down. The fallen man groaned as the hybrid stepped off of him and away from the ring.
"That's it, folks! This round's winner is Articho!" Articho watched the money exchange hands again as he walked away. The attendants wheeled Calcula away and cleaned up the arena. The hybrid approached the bar again, sat down, and took a drink of water.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 10, 2015 2:03:37 GMT
"Nice job Arti!" He said hi fiveing him. "Its my turn now, so ill go ahead to the ring and waited for his rival to do the same. This Thunda was a huge muscular man with long hair and a beard, he wore no shirt and his pants where white and torn up.
As soon as the anouncer said fight Thunda hit his pecks while shouting. "ITS TIME TO UNLEASH THE THUNDA!"
"Eh... No, if think thats gonna be a thing, let me tell ya... You are wrong." Gleciar kicked the man in the stomach at full force, then grabbed both of his arms with his hands as he choked him with his tail until he was knocked out. "I didnt want to waste time... Sorry..."
"Eh... That was a quick match! The winner is Gleciar!" He jumped off the ring and walked back up to Articho. "That was way too easy... And we are up against the other in the next one... Maybe the best one win... but until then lets enjoy the fights" He said as he sat back down besides his friend.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 10:41:41 GMT
The battles were moving rather quickly. Too quickly to actually care of gain much of a interest in them or the people fighting them. He'd kick his feet up once again upon the chair back in front of him resting his feet crossed at the ankles in front of him. Running a hand and gloved fingers through his thick blue hair. Blue eyes casting over the victors as they each left the ring after their respective fights. The blue fighters tail wrapped firmly around his waist keeping a close eye on the wagers and patrons gathering and talking of the next bracket to come. The next round of betting would be much more lively people already cuing up and looking on waiting to see the next line. Now they had favorites and a idea of skill for opponents both betting for and against. It really raised the hope of the veteran types. Really looking with a more keen eye to the possible cash in they could reach.
Jarvis kept a eye to the bookies that were just about smothered by the gamblers and people with cash burning holes in their pocket. He'd sigh and cross his arms wanting to see but the rabble of folks was a little overwhelming and he didn't much feel like rising to push past a bunch of drunks getting agitated so tightly packed together. Although he could eye not far off the possible fighters. A arcosian as well as a tailed warrior. A saiyan perhaps but it wasn't worth thinking on. He had to fight the man possibly that was all that mattered. He didn't really try to think much on who these people were. It was worth the trouble of making friends just yet when he'd be up to fighting them soon. Thinking the idea of being so friendly as some of the others were kinda of odd. Why make friends so readily with someone you'd possibly need to beat into a few moments after becoming friends. "Strange folks... Strangest." He'd say a little curious though. He hadn't known if anyone was watching or of value here as he once expected. He'd try to be in the open the next few days just encase. The goal was hopefully to be noticed by possible compatriots to be. He was having a strange feeling of lacking a goal or point to work for since he'd arrived. He had no way off world or contacts to call on presently near or most he did know even far weren't in the aiding mood anymore. He was getting to the end of his rope and was clutching at hope and straws lately.
He'd rise from his seat after all a few moments later taking another drink from the bar quickly. He desired a quick gulp or two of ale to help chisel the edge off. Feeling a little soft thinking of the woman he'd put down. Wondering on her condition even though he tried to not let it bother him. He was almost positive the woman was fine but for some reason he sometimes reflected back on things his strength or saiyan temper got him into. The problems and after effects that he or other felt in strong at times. He'd look back towards the ring gulping down at a small bottle and letting out a gasp and satisfied sigh a moment later. "Hopefully this next match is a bit longer and better... Somethings gotta give." Desiring greatly to make a impact on the crowd. Hoping someone who could aid his needs would take notice.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 11, 2015 12:18:35 GMT
OOC:
Bracket:
Round 1- Sorsi vs. Gus ----------------> Sorsi vs. Accelerando
Round 2- Akumaji vs. Accelerando -------^
Round 3- Beare vs. Fizz ----------------> Beare vs. Jarvis
Round 4- Jarvis vs. Shumi ----------------^
Round 5- Articho vs. Calcula -----------> Articho vs. Gleciar
Round 6- Gleciar vs. Thunda --------------^
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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 13, 2015 8:10:31 GMT
"Sorsi, Accelerando, please step into the arena. Round 2 of the tournament begins now."
Benetto inwardly groaned as he made his way into the arena. (My ribs still really hurt from that last attack I took from Akumaji. Plus, she's pretty good at countering her opponent's moves...which is what I normally do. She even took down her opponent in two hits! Granted, I only needed five hits, but Akumaji practically defeated himself. This may be trouble.)
Sorsi entered the ring, resuming her cold glare from before, followed soon after by Benetto. "I look forward to having a good fight! May the best competitor win!" Accelerando said as he held out his hand. At first suspicious, Sorsi eventually took his hand and they shook hands. "Fight 1 of Round 2 of the tournament. Sorsi vs. Accelerando. Begin!"
The two fighters eyed each other warily, neither one wanting to make the first move. (Hmm...let's see how stupid she thinks I am.) Benetto began winding up a dramatic punch with his right hand, while covertly placing his left hand near his stomach. Sure enough, Sorsi dodged out of the way of the punch and went for a swift kick to his gut before getting her foot caught by Benetto's other hand. (Pretty stupid it seems. Can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.)
Benetto swung Sorsi's foot around, flipping her onto her belly and applying pressure to her leg in a leglock. Much to Benetto's surprise, however, she managed to kick out of the hold without sustaining much injury. (She's stronger than she looks!) Returning to her feet, Sorsi once again entered the ready position. She then approached Benetto, charging forward, then springing to her hands in what greatly resembled the highly unorthodox beginning move of Akumaji. (She's playing me, I know it, but that position just has no stability!) Benetto went for the leg sweep as Sorsi bounded off of her hands into a moonsault kick, placing her feet directly into Benetto's face and chipping his sunglasses, letting a small fragment of his green eyes show through.
(!!! My shades! My secret identity! If I didn't have these things impact resistant, they'd be completely broken! I'll have to step up my game here.) To test his idea, Benetto began a slow and obvious kick with his right foot, then shifted his feet and swung his body around to kick from the left side instead. He landed the kick to the head, but received a sharp punch to his gut for his troubles, which only exacerbated his current pain in his ribs. (That's definitely going to bruise tomorrow. But now I've got a plan!) Benetto gathered energy and began approaching his opponent (3/4 Beat 33% charged). He began an almost comically slow kick towards Sorsi, who saw the attack and didn't budge an inch, expecting the true attack to come once again from the opposite direction. Suddenly, Benetto stepped forward and snapped his leg upwards, kicking Sorsi into the air. Upon falling, she was met not with the concrete below, but with a sharp punch to the gut, catching her just above the ground. (3/4 Beat 66% charged and released). Sorsi fell to the ground with a groan as the match was decided. "Accelerando is the winner!"
As Benetto enjoyed the slowly increasing crowd presence he was getting, he noticed Sorsi struggling to get up and gave her a hand. "That was an excellent fight! It isn't that often that I get to fight somebody with a fighting style so similar to mine!" he said to her, followed by loudly proclaiming "Can I get a round of applause for my opponent, Sorsi, for a good fight?" While the applause was certainly less, it seemed to placate Sorsi somewhat as she walked out of the arena. |
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Post by Sasha Giri on May 15, 2015 17:45:58 GMT
Sasha wandered the harbour district. She had overheard more people talking about this underground tournament- apparently it had already started- and the password was... Karkarot? She turned her left hand over and looked at the word written on her palm. (No, it's kakarot. Ah well, short-term memory was never my strong suit anyway. But I was close!) She walked up to a large warehouse and felt a lot of ki signatures, one of which was similar to her own but not quite the same. (Huh. That... should be Benetto... I wonder if they'll let me in now that the show is apparently already underway.) She walked up to the door and knocked, somewhat timidly. The slider slid open and a voice said “The tournament's already started.”
“I'm only here to observe.” Sasha said, hoping that she wasn't visibly shaking from fear.
“Alright then. Password?” the voice asked.
“Kakarot” she responded, having glanced at her palm to reassure her of the word.
The door opened, and she silently made her way into the main room. There were quite a few people around, some clearly alien. Some were off at the side, and looked like they were either unconscious or very wounded. (Well, I guess that figures, seeing as this is an illegal tournament) she mused. She moved over to the stands, hoping no one would notice her, and turned her gaze to the fight at hand. A small woman faced off against a taller, more muscular, and much gaudier dressed male... who she realized after a couple of minutes of examining his face and ki signature was Benetto. She watched the fight with interest and some trepidation- she could tell her brother was hurting. But she heartily joined in the applause when he won, and again for his fallen opponent. She had done well getting this far, judging by the general average power level of the people in this place, and she had put up a good fight. She had to keep herself from laughing at the voice her brother was putting on, though, it sounded like some over-the-top superhero or a chunnibyou trying desperately to prove he did have special powers. Then she had a thought. (I hope he doesn't notice me during a match.) she worried. (It'd be very bad if I distracted him during a crucial moment.)
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