[b]Thomas Law - THE BLUE STAR[/b]

The interface dissolved back to the real world, his hands fell from the movement controllers as his opponent's build toppled in half. The black hair teen was eighteen perhaps, pimples dotting his face but obscuring his gray eyes. He came out the machine slouched and defeated, holding his model in both hands, the legs in one and the torso in the other. 

"Damn you're good. Better than I thought you'd be at least. That build you have must be top-dollar or something, I've never seen a Unicorn one without a beam rifle," he said while drawing closer to the blue haired youth. "I mean whose so stupid as to give up range all together. Its going to bite you in the ass one day buddy." 

A slight chuckle left him as he proudly held up Brave Passion. "I sacrifice range to be able to decimate my opponents. Its no problem! I'm quick and unstoppable, that's why they call me The Blue Star," he reminded the guy. In his hands was a weathered Unicorn build, a cobalt blue paint one of its shoulder pieces and horn. 

"Ahh yea, I think I heard of you. You were that kid that was making a name for himself in New York right? A...wasn't your sister RED HOT?" 

[i]That[/i] was the best way to cool him down after a winning streak. Even in Cali his sister's shadow was still bearing down on him. He rubbed the back of his head and plopped down on a bench next to the current arena he was using. "Yea, I suppose you want me to verify her skills right?" 

"Hell ya! was she really as good as they say?" 

"She was better," he admitted coldly.

The guy let out a shuttering breath before leaving, on the way out he was shaking his head in disbelief as if trying to wrap his mind over a folklore. Thomas pulled on the collar of his gray hoodie, the fabric tight on his neck since his plop. It also felt pretty hot since he had been so focused on the battle before. He never felt more alive than when he was battling with Brave Passion. 

[i]It's like I'm actually there, actually piloting. I feel unstoppable when I'm soaring through the Space Field,[/i] he thought, closing his eyes and relishing the moment. [i]I want to battle again.[/i]

He shot up off the bench and went to the door that led out to the hobby shop. "Yo! anyone wanna battle out there? I'm up for another one and  my controller hands are itching for more!" He poked half body out, keeping a instinctive eye on his drink and spot since others were already wandering around; spectators of his previous match. Looking at the digital watch on his wrist, he figured [i]she'd[/i] show up soon. 

[i]I'll get my chance to outshine her today! My master-plan and greatest achievement will soon come true![/i]