Min made his way to the training room. Despite his choice of armor color, he did his best not to stand out more than he wanted. He remembered that, when he joined, his armor had been maroon and gold. Then, as a joke, that idiot Wisconsin had spray-painted the maroon purple. The two had gotten into a fight that resulted in the both of them being put at the very bottom of the Board-- Wisconsin at 49, and Min at 50. But he'd made his way back up, but not as high as he'd wanted to.

He blocked out the crowds as he entered the training room. [i]At least those dragon ladies aren't here[/i], he thought. He, like most other people, was afraid of Texas and Carolina. [i]Not that anyone would admit it out loud.[/i]