"Of course I'll call," spoke Pablo. He'd made a good sum from working as an EMT; his Noble Arm allowed him to heal most physical injuries, at the cost of hope, which was easily replenishable from glad relatives and former patients. He had the money. [i]Besides, I'll win anyway,[/i] he thought, not stating this aloud to prevent himself from posturing. A smile.

"I'll go to the Sparring Arena now; I'm actually eager for this."

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((Sorry for short post))