[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjhhNTY1Ni5TR0Z1YXlCTGNtbHVaQSwsLjEA/oceanside-typewriter.regular.png[/img][/center] Hank grumbled as he returned inside. Originally his stand was outside, but nobody who upheld the rules was brave enough to square off with a man wielding a cleaver larger than a small child. He was at least able to get a better view of the fights, and he was more likely to get customers indoors. He saw the girl who was swinging the sword around like a crazed lunatic about to square off against some brown-haired girl wearing gym clothes. Judging by how the girl was forced to fight three other Nomads, she probably wouldn't last longer than two minutes. He shook his head as he started serving out corn dogs. [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuSWtwbGNtVnRlU0JJWVd4MmFYUWkuMA,,/lazenby-computer.liquid.png[/img] [@Drag][/center] Seemingly ignoring his hidden episode, SYM-04 casually strolled right back into the building, his body still a little sore from the fresh armor plates. Apparently, his operation ended right on time, since he arrived just a few seconds before the next fights were revealed. He was paired up against a... Lucas Miller... [hr] "Look that up. Lucas Miller." The Boss said as everyone set the control room back up. He saw the database of known Nomads flicker across his screen, narrowing down from a couple dozen results, to just one. "He appears to be the son of Perry Miller." "Who?" The boss scratched his head. "Perry Miller? That one underdog who kept getting his ass kicked over and over?" "Oh right. Is his son any different?" "It says here... he defeated a strong opponent in one fell swoop. We should be cautious." "Alright then; I want to remove 2% of SYM-04's restraint." [hr] Jeremy's fists shook for a moment, but then remained firm as he continued towards his arena. Taking his position, he stared down his opponent... Who probably couldn't feel intimidated, judging on how his face was covered. But if it wasn't, he, and the rest of the stadium, probably would have shit their pants. Jeremy decided to speak up "I take it you are Lucas?" He began in his fake calm voice. "I have heard much about you. I trust you will not be holding back?" SYM-04 took his stance, with two fists held up, and one leg stretched and extended in front of the other. "GO!" Andre shouted. [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuUTJGc2RtbHVJRkpsWkhWbi4w/chewed-pen-bb.regular.png[/img] [@Indy Cooper][/center] Whatever they used at this clinic sure worked, because Calvin was kicked out an hour later. Too bad, though. He enjoyed the free chips. He wandered towards the main arena, stopping at one of the concessions stands ran for a corn dog. The stadium looked like it got overcrowded in the time he was in the Infirmiry. There were hardly any seats left. Scanning around, he saw a... a dude? Or were they a chick? Calvin couldn't tell, but they looked harsh. He looked to his right, and noticed an Asian-looking girl. Shrugging, he sat down next to her, and started eating his corn dog.