Dimitri gave a low whistle as he watched his comrades duke it out. It was always entertaining to see his comrades in action, especially when said action didn't run the risk of citywide destruction and mayhem. Every now and then he would glance over to Nuime or scan the gathered crown to ensure no one was giving his guest odd looks, but beyond that he did little more than cheer alongside his companions and occasionally turn his head to make small talk with whomever was nearby. "[b][color=f26522]Wonder who they'll put me up against this time...[/color][/b]" Alloy mused aloud as he eyes the collapsible table near one of the weight machines. The hero behind it was hard at work sorting out the cash, as well as scribbling down notes to help keep track. Dimitri's eyes then flitted over to the dry erase board that had been brought in to show the brackets indicating who was going to fight who. Near the bottom was his name, and next to it lie an empty bracket that indicated that no one had offered to get into the ring with him yet. "[i][color=f26522]Here's hoping I get someone that isn't *too* good right off the bat, I really want a crack at that deadpool.[/color][/i]" He thought as a slim smirk appeared on his face.