"[i]"It was flailing. Perhaps an exciting flailing, but flailing nonetheless."[/i] was what he thought as his mild antipathy to sport continued and he watched the game with a whole lot of disinterest that made itself apparent in his total body language. He was pretty sure some uber-fans were giving him the stink eye but he didn't care. Compared to [i]that[/i] glorious sport of yore it was nothing before its magnificence. For Blitzball while having slams lacked the jams, hustle, and elegance.  Such through ts would be interrupted by the contraption falling apart and some zealot shouting words.

Much to his surprise his wish of something more exciting to happen did happen. Although it was not quite what he had in mind, but it would be an adequate change of pace.  A spiraling warp manifested itself in his open grip as his sword materialized itself at readying his weapon much faster than drawing it. Plus it looked damned cool. Seeing as how there some people charging towards the source of the voice he'd lend out a helping hand to the panicking spectators.  Charging towards a group of feathered reptilian monsters harassing  he expertly imitated the blades of a blender as a flurry of pyreflies were released from whence they stood.   "No need to thanks me, just get the hell out of here quickly."  he said to the family being attacked.  
Quickly he gazed around to find more monsters to kill off.