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

The walk back to his seat in the stands was long, drawn out, and filled with struggle. Since his decision to stray from his heritage, he found his [i]impulses[/i] thumping outwardly, encouraging his buried desires to rip away his youthful cloak. Beyond all the confusion though, he found a certain pride in himself. Holding back the urges had brought him some semblance of confidence. A thread of hope to hold on to in his endeavor. 

“Psst, yo Nel a fights about to break out!” shouted Cade over the anxious crowd. Many had seen the red-skinned man levitate off the ground, many had been amazed but even more frightened. They held tight to their impressionable children and to each other. 

Nel raised a brow, at first surprised at how quick he had reached the bleachers while lost in thought, and then at the commotion started by a skillfully dressed monk and a crimson-skinned being who appeared more monster than man. He heard the squeal of his gloves in his pockets, the urge returning in full force. The chance was just too good to miss out on. He held out a hand towards Cade and briskly jogged over to meet them. He came from the left of the monk, stopping three feet from him and the red being. A curious and barely contained excitement in his brown eyes. 

“What's going on here? Surely you both know that fighting outside the ring is prohibited,” he said, though he wished so desperately, if only in secret, that one of them would mix him up in their brawl. He looked up at the being that dwarfed them both, he towered over them like a symbolic tower, and yet, all he felt was the need to over come him. 

“Why don't we all go take a seat and enjoy the matches. I'm sure they'll be starting soon,” he told them, smiling between the both of them.