Daishin stood watching as the other combatants took off after the thieves. The inner debate to give chase was a quick one for the gray haired teen. Truthfully, he didn't care about the tournament money. The mage called him a...Dragonoid. The cloaked fighter had information about Daishin that even he himself didn't. [color=lightslategray]"I need to know what he knows. It's the best chance I have at finding [b]him[/b]..."[/color] Even if he couldn't get anything out of the mage there would at least be a couple of tournament crashers he could take his frustrations out on.

As determined as Daishin was to go join the fray there was one little problem. [color=lightslategray]"Why haven't [b]I[/b] run into someone who could teach me to fly...!?"[/color] Once outside the tournament building he scrambled to find a way to catch up. Finally, he caught sight of the makyan fighter preparing a motorbike. Daishin quickly ran over and jumped onto the side of the bike. [color=lightslategray]"Sorry, I don't need the 'no hitchhikers' line and would rather we push this thing as hard as we can if we're gonna get our fair share of the action."[/color]