Meet Me in the Pit [Open, 15k PL, Write Your Current PL]

Sasha ignored whatever was going on around her in favour of making sure her brother was alright. "I'm not totally irresponsible, big bro." she pouted a little. "But anyway, a hospital would probably do you good." She helped him up and then heard her name. "Umm, yes? I suppose I will." (At least he gave me money... but how the hell am I going to support two guys, much larger than me, even that far? Ugh, I suppose I'll have to manage.) Supporting both men, she made her way as best she could out of the warehouse and to the cab Gleciar had summoned.
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I'll get to this in half an hour. Just a heads up; take different fights and all to different threads in the future please. Six pages are a bitch to grade.
Nevermind, Bing made it part of his post, so it may take longer. If another mod gets to this first, don't let me stop you from working on it.

Hyoza finished his winewith a grimace at the bitter taste, slamming the empty bottle none-too-gently on the bar. He turned to watch as the crowds slowly filtered out of the warehouse onto the rain-soaked streets. It had been an interesting evening. The fighting had mostly not been spectacular - but then, had he really expected it to be?

Several participants had clearly no understanding of ki manipulation - leaving them at a vast disadvantage against the more skilled fighters. Of those who did, he'd found himself experiencing a distaste for all of them. The little red fur-ball was clearly mentally-damaged, unable to control his temper or fight tactically. Then there was that... Other Arcosian. Though, Hyoza mused, he was very much unlike any other Arcosian he'd known. He and some of the other humanoids had been nauseatingly friendly. Their optimistic and enthusiastic attitude had Hyoza practically choking on his wine. Not the sort of people I'd want joining my new crew, he'd thought.

That left one fighter of particular promise - the blue-haired one. He looked like some kind of Saiyan hybrid, though the wine-sipping Arcosian didn't care to make a guess as to which unlucky species had mixed with a Saiyan to produce him. He had skill, and he had tactical understanding, and he had a promising level of power. He seemed a more pragmatic fighter, and other than his apparent obsession with the opposite sex, Hyoza certainly found him the most likely candidate for a new crewman. He'd taken care to memorise the feel of that one's ki. Everyone had a slightly different 'signature' - an indescribable mixture of sensations that somehow amounted to distinct auras - each individual's was different. The blue-haired warrior known as Jarvis was well-etched into Hyoza's memory by the time he departed. Hyoza had made a mental note to track him down later for recruitment.

As these thoughts ran through his mind, the warehouse slowly emptied, until all that remained were the limp form of 'Akumaji', unconscious on the floor, and a janitor mopping blood from the ring. Hyoza had paid for his drink much earlier, so he simply hopped from his barstool and strolled out the door, into the darkened alley. The rain had stopped for now, which please Hyoza as he gently lifted off the ground and made his way into the night sky, heading someplace else. Someplace dry, and warm, with a soft mattress.

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