Now, our hero gets quite a few breaks. Being the one in charge of operations, Darrius could get many others to do the more menial and arduous tasks his job required. For the most part, he had made it so he was jobless! Aside from the two days a week he needed to spend at the desk, filling out paperwork and managing some of the bigger risks his group was involved with. Other then that, he could do as he pleased. Today was such a day that he would visit the coliseum. Supposedly the match-ups were going to be better then average. So Darrius wanted to watch it go down!  

The daylight was bright, and the crowd was roaring. Darrius would have worried about the money he had bet on the fighter in the pit, but was too busy thinking about some of his newer tenants to be worried. He hadn't bet much anyway, only enough to motivate the underdog. He didn't even look at the fighters before placing his cash, that was just how he usually did it. More often then not it came back to bite him, but his wallet wouldn't bleed from the meager wounds the coliseum gave him.


Once the match started to really kick in, however, would Darrius begin to pay more attention. As the crowd started to grow in noise, he couldn't help but wonder if something had happened. Not much had changed, but now one of the fighters was de-masked. Instantly Darrius would recognize the fighter. It was one of his older tenants, who had recently been fired from another, less chaotic job. [i] [color=663344]" So this is how you plan on making money now" [/color][/i] he whispered while gazing at the fight. He laughed at the man as if he could hear him. This was a nice development, it got Darrius involved in the fight, at least he believed it so. He was glad he bid for the underdog, because now that is who he hoped would win. It was not everyday he could bid for one of his patrons. 

The fight drew on and slowly more blood was being drawn. Not much, but enough to startle some of the more innocent members of the crowd. The blood, however, fueled Darrius. It made him excited, he couldn't wait to see the results. He had even started to add to the noise of the crowd! [color=663344] "Kick his fucking teeth in! Tear him apart! " [/color] he screamed while waving his fists about. As he finished shouting, the crowd died down. For a few seconds it was completely quiet, and then they went [i] batshit [/i]. Rarely did Darrius get to be part of such a loud commotion.

The patron of Darrius had won. He was a red user, and had used an explosion to propel himself off the ground and kicked the loser so hard he crashed into the wall, he even left a few cracks where he had landed. The fight was over, and already Darrius couldn't help but think the other matches wouldn't quite be up to par with this one. He let himself out, and decided he would send a letter to the victor about his accomplishment, as well as notify him about his house's expenses. From now on they would be cut by ten percent, in honor of his first victory.