"..Agreed...." Gor says, turning around, and leaving. "Follow me, if you want to get stronger, or stay behind, and fight with what you have. I won't stop you, either way, you'll learn something..but I'm going off to train. If you want, I'll train with you, and we can both become stronger. If you stay, you may learn something about your foes...both are valuable, but only one truly gains you direct strength..." Gor says, before turning to the announcer. "I'm done in this stupid tournament. Tell your former world champion, she was a big disappointment..." Gor yells out, a tinge of rage in his voice when speaking of Soi, before he walks away...but, after a few steps, he halts. "....Hmm. Time to maybe pull a re-run..." He mutters, before walking back. "Three months. Three months from now, in the bleak wastelands, I will hold another game. The Demon Games. This fight will decide, will the world fall to darkness, or, will a hero among you rise up to stop it. Prepare, after this tournament, for I will have grown stronger." He roars, as loud as he could, his voice like thunder. Then, he truly begins to leave, hoping his words will pressure those there to grow even more powerful. He wanted a foe worthy to him. One evenly matched with him. That was his hope. If he needed to, he would mold such a foe, with his bare hands....