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[color=LimeGreen]"If you want to get out of this without getting every bone in your body broken, I'd suggest sticking with me."[/color]

Lucas near jumped into the air as the duo suddenly appeared in front of him, their bodies blocking him from the views of discontent and fury of the fighter's peers. Lucas trembled slightly as he looked up at Justin who gave the fighters and his companions a cold glare. Lucas glanced over the woman accompanying the man and felt like he knew who she was. It suddenly hit him, on the way to the tourney someone had been streaming the matches on the bus, he recalled her as the woman who had a machine gun appear right from her shoulder. Lucas' face went further white as the machine-gun-missile lady gave him a pleasant smile and turned alongside Justin to stare down the men harassing Lucas.

The man still clutched his shivering hand and locked eyes with Justin and Seven-Seven, wavering after a few seconds with a mumbled "fuck this."

His friends began leading him away from the scene as the man glared at Lucas. "I'm gonna carve my fuckin' name into your screamin' body and win this damn tournament, loser." he growled as he continued walking.

[color=Khaki]"H-hey, you g-g-got m-my vote p-pal."[/color] Lucas said earnestly with a weak smile, that instantly vanished after the man turned once more to give a murderous glare towards him.

With the immediate situation diffused Lucas now had to deal with the two new fighters, one who Lucas had seen lose a part of her [i]face[/i] and continue fighting, and the other who Lucas didn't recognize but guessed he probably just as powerful as his not-so-human friend. Lucas decided to immediately go for gratitude, praying that they hadn't helped him just to beat on him themselves. It happened.

Lucas shakily rubbed his hand against his shirt, his eyes still very clearly conveying terror as his knees struggled to support his frame. He stuck out his hand towards the two.

[color=Khaki]"I-I-I L-Luke- L-Lucas."[/color] he practically mumbled to himself, trying to avoid the woman's gaze and not entirely keen on the man's either.