[center][h3][color=8F9779]General Cormorant Sanders – the Stands[/color][/h3]
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[color=8F9779]"I'm enjoying the games less than some, but more than others.  I expect that it'll get better soon."[/color]  Sanders said, gesturing to the current duel.  Rather than feeling intruded or put upon, he was more than a little happy for the distraction.  Any chance to speak to someone else, even someone from Phoenix Wing, was a great alternative for him.  Looking at the young man now, Sanders saw a great many dissimilarities between the master and the pupil.  The boy was lean, with a face much like a fighter's, who had carried himself so solemnly a moment ago but now seemed to be taking to an awkward situation with the skill of any teenager's.  He seemed like a man down to earth, with a head unclouded by principles.  Sanders knew the 'doer' type well, for there were more than a few in his own guild.  Their ranks included Enma who, despite being a different species completely maladjusted to human life, had managed to fit in well with the guild over the last month.  Combat skill and a warrior's nature had defined the Oni; everything else had followed.  With a little patience for his flaws, Sanders had realized long ago, there could be few better allies.

[color=8F9779]”Ah, good day to you, Nolan.  Any friend of Enma is a friend of mine.”[/color]  He reached out for Nolan's hand and shook it.  [color=8F9779]”I'm doing...passably.  A little better now, to see a bright young face interested in old men's affairs.”[/color]  The general uttered a grunting noise that might have been a suppressed chuckle, and his dark brown eyes were shining.  [color=8F9779]”No need to be so stiff.  Jamie and I were just concluding some...unpleasant business.  I trust I can depend on your and your friends in Phoenix Wing to not take the competition to come so seriously?  I hope you know that, despite the manner in which Hyun lost, none of my soldiers will come 'round roughing for revenge.”[/color]