Tourney Arc

[Shukuen]

"All right," Leets said. "Just let me grab my stuff, would you?"

As he ran into the room and returned with an old bag, he glanced up at the others. "Well? Should you be packing too?"

Later, the trio headed towards the arena, their belongings packed up and in tow.

[RyderHakubi]

Meanwhile, Kanban walked, with a pack on his good shoulder... actually wearing something un-flashy.  A blue tanktop with black jeans and his boots as usual...

"Last day of unemployment... yes!" he shouted doing a little dance in the street... ignoring the looks he got as the Arena came into view...

[Bean Bandit]

Miyuki's heart was a little lighter as she walked. She slipped a hand to the spot in her pack where she'd placed the Saotome honor tanto that Olguin had given her.

She smiled for the second time in two days...a genuine smile, as she looked up at Olguin. He looked after her...and placed a great deal of faith in her.

She finally began to believe that maybe it would be all right, as long as they had each other...

With that thought, she blushed, and looked away.

[Anonymous]

Noting Miyuki's small caused no end of satisfaction in Olguin.

At least she's feeling better now...

Albeit, he wondered WHY she was blushing like that. Shaking his head, he put those thoughts away.

"Last fight...good luck brother."

The Arena loomed over the three...

[Dracos]

The sun shone bright today...

He turned, one of them was down below.  Near the arena.  One of those ... freaks.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWDDYYYYYYYY"
"Welcome to the Grand Championship of the WOORLD"
"Here the last two, the greatest fighters in the world will battle it out for glory."
"Only one will leave this arena, the other will be left broken on the floor."
"In the northern corner..."

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

The crowd cheered as one as the announcers began the introductions for the final fight.

Olguin's group slowly made their way through the rows of screaming fans, all of them standing at attention, yelling their lungs out.

This is it. He thought as all three of them took their seats.

[Dracos]

"Standing in at a towering six feet of pure muscle,  Genryu has the drive and determination to take him beyond all other fighters."

Illuminated by the sun, Genryu strode out of the tourney doors, his short hair shifting in the wind.  Confidence shone off of him as he grinned to the audience.

"Representing the last Japanese fighter in the tournament, Genryu has the whole arena cheering for him."

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

Sitting in a special section,  the COR Red Dragons had  been greeted on entry.  After this fight they'd be taken to the base.  Soap stood cheering her heart out for Genryu, her airen.
 Kenryu smiled behind her, still tired from the fight with Genryu yesterday.  Helluva fighter there.
 Kanban snored in his seat.  Totally wiped out from wandering around all night.
 Fuu arrived last, sitting in her seat as she watched Genryu enter the field.

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

"And in the south corner...   the reaper of death, black clad nightmare of all his oppponents...  the most devestating  fighter ever to grace the tournament in all my years here.  The devil given mortal flesh...

The doors swung open....


"Dark Wiseman!"

Moments passed...and no one exited the gate.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

"What the...?" Genryu asked, bewilderness clear on his face.

Body suddenly tensing, he wearily looked around him.

Something was...off here.

****

Olguin worriedly frowned as he watched, the crowd mirroring his state of mind by murmuring in confusion.

[Dracos]

"Where's Dark Wiseman?  This is unprecedented...if he doesn't show up soon Genryu will win the match by default."

The wind began to howl...

Fearless Leader

[Dracos]

It towered over the land as it traveled, destruction following in it's wake.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

"The hell?" Olguin softly muttered, the crowds angrily protesting at being denied.

"Why would Dark Wiseman forfeit now?"

****

That phrase echoed within Genryu's mind as well, but something else loomed about that concern.

Was it just him, or did it suddenly get colder?

[Dracos]

"If Dark Wiseman doesn't show up soon... what is this?"

He stepped out, eyes flaming red within his jester's mask.  Clad in black and brown, his entire form seemed a mockery to death.   Hands clenched as he paced across the ground.

"I.... am Grahf." resonated from the fearsome figure.

Fearless Leader