[center][h2][color=turquoise]The Cereal Killer - Another Fight? So Soon?[/color][/h2]
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Runch awkwardly scratched the back of his head as Erina questioned him on matters of religion. Apparently the chances of him locating his spoonsaber within these catacombs was so astronomically diminutive that she attributed it to divine intervention. Well, she communicates with ghosts, so such a leap in logic shouldn't be unexpected for one such as her, right? [color=turquoise]"Well lass, you know impossible may be impossible, but if there's anything I've learned on the high seas, it's that a million to one shot is practically a guarantee! Omnomnomnom!"[/color] Then Motley cut in with further inquiry about the Wishing Machine. Runch took to leaning on his spoonsaber like a walking stick while he addressed the vampire. [color=turquoise]"Well I mean yes, I found it, but Oren pointed the way so I can't take full credit."[/color] He gave a cheery smile, stroking the left side of his mustache. [color=turquoise]"It's in the district I was dropped off in when we were first spirited to the City, full of a bunch of churches and religious buildings. The home of the machine is called the Old Basilica. I took the liberty of encasing it in an extra thick dome of cereal for protection, packed so dense it's nearly as hard as diamond, omnomnomnom! I asked Serhan to guard it while I finished up the tournament, but uh... Well you saw how that turned out, eh?"[/color]

The pirate appeared to be sad, but only for a split second, for his morose was interrupted by the sudden announcement from Oren's drone. Another fight so soon? But they had just finished! Crud, was this because of how he spent some time knocked out in this dank dungeon? Darn, so little time to rest. At least most of his injuries were lessened by Motley's flesh-molding abilities, but it wasn't the most comfortable he'd ever been. Runch would just have to hope that this new opponent would be just as banged up as he was. Wait, but then would it even be a fair fight? Aw shuckleberries. 

[color=turquoise]"Well, I guess that's that,"[/color] the cap'n spoke, rolling his shoulders and stepping out of the tomb. [color=turquoise]"Trust or not, they'll know something is up if we don't participate from here. Well, at least if [i]I[/i] don't participate from here."[/color] He gave pause at the time, then immediately brightened up as though a lightbulb went off in his head. Yes! Inspiration! Spinning quickly, he near-carelessly brandished his blade toward Motley as a pointing gesture. [color=turquoise]"Mr. Crue, you've been released from this competition, but if I don't find the next man on the brackets, no doubt the institution running this event will find fault with that. So cap'n's orders are to sneak about and find out more about our hosts and what secrets lie behind the veil. Aye? Miss Erina, if you would please join me to find our next opponent, I would be quite happy with your company!"[/color]

The captain gave a wide grin, then turned so that his coat billowed in a fresh gust of wind. Even his long, pointed mustache got in on hte action! [color=turquoise]"Onward then! To victory! To adventure!"[/color]