[b]Nel Lilac - PL: 250/300[/b]

“Why the hell wouldn't I? I mean-” A keen whistle interrupted Cade and the boisterous noise of the crowd all at the same time. A few stragglers left faint whispers but soon even they had quieted down. 

Unlike the rest of them, Nel stood up from his seat and looked over towards the blocking summit of the amphitheater. The keen whistle only grew louder and louder, creating a tension in the air that as thick as gel. He narrowed his eyes, thinking that it'd give him a better chance of spotting whatever it was. 

Then a flash of metallic zoomed by, Nel's head turned with its path until it sent hay from rest area and out onto the grassy area in front of it. It stuck out from the roof, the flames coming to a smoky stop. The crowd seemed to be hysterical over the missile, that was until another crashed down and revealed a cache of Zenni. 

Then comical expressions of dropped mouths and bulging eyes were pointed towards it. Whoever dropped it off was sure rich but also very reckless, Nel had decided. He felt a tug on his orange vest. He looked down, smirked, and rubbed the back of his head and disbelief. 

“Yo, is it over yet?” cried Cade, literal tears falling from his eyes. 

“Yea man, it wasn't that bad. I think someone in the fighters area did it.” 

Cade wiped his tears hastily before rising up and feigning bravery. “Uhh... yea, not bad at all.” He straightened out his black shirt and sat down quickly. “So what happened?” 

“I don't know but I wanna find out,” Nel said, starting off from the seats and heading down the bleachers. The feeling was overwhelming now, all he wanted to do was get a peek inside, just see what it was like in the fighters area. 

[i]It'll only be a peek,[/i] he promised himself. 

He walked around to the side of the building and lifted himself up so could see the inside. Fighters of different heights, shades, builds, and forms were inside. They all looked formidable and exciting. He grasped his heart as it sped from the anticipation. 

“I wonder who's the strongest tho,” he asked aloud, knowing his small voice wouldn't travel through their own. All of them seemed strong but only one caught his eye. A green, giant man who was next to Jack, the current champ. 

He chuckled lightly. “Oh man, if only I could compe-” Will of soul stopped him from completing that sentence. He fell to his bottom and brought his knees to his face, his jaw tense as he shook. “Dammit, try to be normal, Nel. You can do this! Fighting isn't everything!”