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Gamble took the ticket with a slight bow, a grin across his face.

That's when he noticed all the big guys appear. His eyes flicked between them all, lingering on his boss.

[I] Now why would the PRT show up officially? [/I] he wondered to himself, before shrugging mentally and moving on. Listening to the speech, he pushed his way through to the edge, glancing down into the arena.

Sickle vs a newcomer. That was going to be... Interesting. He'd get to see the crazy evil blood guy in action, which was a nice plus since the odds were good that he'd have to fight him eventually. Maybe not tonight, but probably in the coming months.

Though, truth be told, he was more concerned with watching his fellow PRT fighters in their matches. See what they were capable of, how they might work with his own abilities.

Not that he really needed to work with people. That tended to mess with the odds, limiting him in the long-run.

Tonight would be interesting, to say the least.