"Man, that Ross guy's the only other dude who looks interesting so far, other than you," Mikey said, as the two entered the tent. Just as Mikey thought, the screen showing the second half of the bracket was already up again, but something about it was strange. "I think he's a lot stronger than you, honestly!" Mikey quipped, patting Jenso on the back, "I haven't seen Ki that strong since I got my ass kicked by that [i]old man[/i] a year ago, haha!"

	The brackets were revealed, but only two men were left, and they'd automatically advanced to the final round. It seemed that 14 of the entries had already forfeited. The last two people, and the only people left in the tent, were...

	[color=fff200]"What a bunch of sissies!"[/color] Rajaka shouted, stomping over to Mikey and Jenso, [color=fff200]"I tap some blonde dude on the shoulder, and he's out cold! Didn't take long for the rest of those losers to high tail it outta' here like a bunch of whining little pups!"[/color] Zelriane was still meditating near the other end of the tent, apparently ignorant, or apathetic towards the events that had just unfolded.

	"Tap him.. Blonde- Wait, did you knock out Vincent??"

	[color=fff200]"Hell if I know, short stuff. He wouldn't stop blatherin' on about how last year's match against some scythe dude was the most exciting fight of his life! So I gave him a uh, heh... Friendly whack, y'know, for [i]encouragement.[/i]"[/color] Rajaka made a karate chop gesture with his right hand and snickered. [color=fff200]"Whatever. If there are less weaklings, then maybe I'll get some kind of match outta this stupid tournament after all!"[/color]