Rajaka grit his teeth and stepped after Jenso, but before he could get any further, he felt a hand on his thigh. The massive mas jerked back and calmed down pretty quickly.

	[color=007236]"Not Yet."[/color]

	Back at the Arena, Mikey was already introduced, as was that Luke fellow. But Luke didn't look to intimidating. He wielded dual pistols and had a cowboy hat, similar to the attire that those bandits from the beginning of Jenso's journey wore. 

	"Fight!!!" The announcer shouted, and in an instant, Luke fired both of his pistols at Mikey. Mikey moved out of the way of the bullets, and began walking towards Luke slowly.

	"You dodged the bullets!?" Luke shouted, aiming and firing again with each gun, one shot after another. Mikey just crouched to the left, and to the right, under and around each bullet with quick, sharp movements, but didn't approach too fast. He smiled and waved at Luke as he got closer, until Luke ran out of ammo. Luke cringed and ran forward, pulling a dagger out of his pants. He sliced at Mikey's throat, but the black haired man simply grabbed his arm and pushed it aside, squeezing it tightly enough to almost break his wrist.

	"Surrender yet?" Mikey whispered, to quietly for anyone except Luke to hear. He squeezed tighter, and Luke fell to his knees. When he didn't respond, Mikey picked him up by his shoulders, and spun him around a couple of times, before tossing him right out of the ring. Luke landed near Jenso, and was knocked out on impact.

	"W..Wow!! Mikey wins within a minute as well, and with no effort!! Where are all these fighters coming from!?" The announcer shouted. The crowd was actually rather displeased, since every fight had been short and boring, but the hype for future matches was starting to build. Mikey walked out of the ring and turned to watch as the next two fighters stepped up.

	"Easy peasy," He told Jenso, chuckling to himself.