Mikey didn't respond, but the robed man nodded to Jenso and waved him off before returning to Mikey's body. He smiled and shook his head. "You did quite a bit of damage to each other, didn't you?" He muttered to himself, shutting the tent door with a subtle sigh.

	As Jenso arrived at the edge of the arena, Rajaka and Zelriane were already in the ring. Rajaka was grabbing his right shoulder and twisting his arm around, stretching about his biceps and triceps, while Zelriane stood calmly with his hands crossed behind his back. The short green-clothed man looked over to Jenso briefly, and then back to his bigger ally. 

	"Zelriane Versus Rajaka!" The announcer shouted, "Let the battle of these mysterious masked challengers begin!"

	The crowd went silent, and the two masked men began walking towards eachother. Zelriane tip-toed forward towards the center of the ring, and Rajaka stomped his way across recklessly. They finally stopped at the center of the arena, and both pulled their hands back.

	The crowd didn't breath, they were perfectly still, both preparing an ultimate attack of some sort, or so it seemed. But before they thrust their arms forwards, they spoke to eachother.

	[color=fff200]"You know your strongest attacks won't even hurt me already, bro,"[/color] Rajaka whispered.

	[color=00a651]"I am also aware that, even at your best, you could never lay a finger on me, brother,"[/color] Zelriane replied, [color=00a651]"This is the only way to break the stalemate."[/color]

	[color=fff200]"Feh, not like we came here to fight each-other, anyways. Alright! Let's..."[/color]

	[center][color=00a651]"Rock"[/color]

	[color=fff200][h3]"Paper!"[/h3][/color]

	[h2]"[color=fff200]Scis[/color][color=00a651]sors[/color]!"[/h2][/center]