[centre][h2]The Zenith - Xoxi's Super Cool Fortress of Awesome[/h2]
[h1]Above Boston[/h1]
[sub]21st January, 2011[/sub][/centre]

After several intense rounds of Smash, Vector glanced at the time on her HUD once more. “Damn,” she said. “I’ll better get a move on. Got some heads to knock tonight.”

“I think they said the Circus was going to be televised.” She snorted. “Somehow I doubt it’ll be on primetime tv, but someone’s probably streaming it online. I’m sure Praetor wouldn’t want you all to watch in on the Protectorate stooping as low as the villains to mop up the city.”

“So you should [i]definitely[/i] try find it. Later.”

[@Gardevoiran]

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[centre][h2]The Circus Maximus[/h2]
[h1]Victory Road[/h1]
[sub]21st January, 2011[/sub][/centre]

The woman chuckled. “I have no problem,” she said, pushing the slip over to him. “But you might.”

“A friendly word of advice. Might be a good idea to stop people betting on the other team in these sorts of matches.” She smiled behind her mask. “Especially with people like Sickle around.”

Glancing at her own odds in the next fight, she paused before leaving. “While I’m here, put me down for £50 on myself winning the next one. Who knows, I might even try.”

[@Duoya]

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Pulling some blood tight in around himself, he used the leverage to rise from the ground. His flame had been well and truly quenched, and he wasn’t looking forward to the next few days until he could source a parahuman capable of healing the cracked rib. Or ribs. A hospital wasn’t an option, his scars were too plentiful to be anything less than a tell-tale sign of someone who really shouldn’t get into as much trouble.

Shouldn’t, but did.

The woman was a strange one. She still had fire, even now. He could definitely respect that. Liking her was another matter entirely. It would seem her reason for this battle was barely known, even to her - yet her movements were sure. The entire situation made no sense. Her motives seemed to be fighting for the sake of fighting and little else, which was something Sickle always found abhorrent. He’d bathed the streets in blood, and would countless times before all was said and done, but always for a reason.

He’d clean up this city, but things would always get worse before they got better.

His eyes flicked back and forth between the two people before making a conscious effort to stand up straight, despite the pain. “Well, skipping isn’t really my thing, but I’m sure I can manage it, if you insist.”

“Nevertheless, I agree,” he said, voice growing more serious. “We’ll continue this another time, when we’re both at peak condition. After all, a victory over a handicapped opponent wouldn’t satisfy either of us, would it? We share that, if nothing else.”

[@Migyudon][@Lasrever][@Old Amsterdam][@SkinnyTy][@PlatinumSkink]