Mr. Arvarhdson sat on a couch in the lounge, thinking over the last battle, because improvements were always necessary. "Is that so, PR?" he asked as he drank his glass of gilded wine. "It was a fair fight. We'll see if you actually were putting on a show for the crowd next time we fight." he sips his wine. "Other than that, you fought well. Good game." he sips his wine and read his magazine.
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Rygoon was in the training room, punching and kicking away at the training dummies. "Hya!" he grunted as he kicked the arge punching bag where the fighter's neck would be. He drank some water, as this was for some reason his favorite drink, and headed back to the training lounge. "We'll see who's the best fighter in a free-for-all." he said. He wasn't saying he was the best, he wasn't egotistic like that. But he did know of his own skill. And he had heard something about a free-for-all, so that seemed interesting.