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"Wait, you're a [i]fighter?[/i]" Justin had to ask, seemingly in disbelief.

This kid practically froze when faced with a real confrontation, he'd get slaughtered! Even if he was planning on losing, the amount of fighting spirit he had compared to everyone else was pathetic. He'd get destroyed regardless. This was just something that Justin found profoundly stupid. Even Seven-Seven agreed.

"That is just not going to do," Seven-Seven said, as she shook her head from side to side. "Your fighting spirit is suboptimal. The first hit you take, and you'll be critically injured. Possibly for life."

"So, if I were you, I'd bail out now," Justin crossed his arms as he looked at the boy. "If you're [i]really[/i] that obsessed with getting in over your head, all you have to really do is fall off the stage to lose."

She gestured for Seven-Seven to come along with him as he walked away. Sadly, there wasn't much more for him here. While he wanted to get the kid out of here, the boy can make his own decisions. Plus, Justin and Seven-Seven had better things to do than babysit kids. Especially when it was only a matter of time until somebody came after them.

"Up to you, kid." Justin said as he put his hands in his pockets, and strolled on out of the building.

However, Seven-Seven lulled around for a few moments. She stared at Lucas, before she said,

"Good luck," She put up double peace signs, "Have fun!"

She ran out to Justin.

The two left through a side entrance, and scrolled on out. Justin just shook his head as he looked behind him, he slid up his hoodie. He groaned as he walked away; how could the two of them be so weak? They banked so much on getting something out of this, but no. They end up being jobbers.

They stepped onto the empty streets of Rio... and were intent on a quick disappearance into the crowd.


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A group of men and woman gathered outside the stadium. 

Each a member of the very same gang that attacked the Nomads last night. Well, what was left of them. A lot of them were beaten up, or arrested, so that left their numbers low. Worst of all, their top fighter was arrested! So, that meant they aren't getting [i]any[/i] prize money...

... Well, through legitimate means, that is.

They had a plan to get the money the hard way, and cement the Massacre Soldiers as the greatest gang in all of Brazil!

They gathered around the stadium, holding bags that contained bombs. They quickly entered the building, and set up the explosives around the building one at a time.

"Remember," The new "leader" of the gang said, "Don't set off the bombs until I can get the cash."