Gurevich stared at Bill for a few long, silent moments, as if conveying the longest and slowest surprise in the world. [color=cyan]"So this is how the big leagues are."[/color] He said, almost to himself. With a deft motion, his long hand snatched the roster sheet from Bill and he wiggled his eyebrows at the tall girl who seemed to put obvious effort into ignoring him. [color=cyan]"I appreciate your honesty, Bill, and can already see we can work together quite well."[/color]

He turned to the others. [color=cyan]"As for the roster, I am the support you are looking for. One of the best ways I found to prevent the opposing team from reacting to our plan would be to introduce enough controlled chaos into the arena. The [i]Ogre[/i] excels at this."[/color] There were undertones of pride to his voice, yet for some reason none of the present students felt challenged in any way. [color=cyan]"I have broken my fast and am prepared to start immediately."[/color]

With this, the young man turned to the others, with an expectant gaze.