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Caesar listened to the match, focusing on the combatants and ignoring the useless chatter around him. It all didn't matter.

The roars were, unfortunately, really annoying, leaving his ears ringing momentarily after each one. An annoyance, especially when the pirate talked quietly enough that, in the thick of the noise, it was somewhat difficult to hear him.

Shaking his head, Caesar listened to the senseless babble from the fight. It would've been better to watch it, arguably, but... He didn't feel like it.

No, not when he was so weak.

As the pirate flew out into the ocean, almost comically really, Caesar sat up slowly, climbing to his feet. Having to primarily use his feet and legs to get up was... Awkward. Difficult. He didn't like it.

The fire. From his position he could see her, and he moved himself slowly along the frimge of the arena, his eyes focused on that fire.

He walked slowly up the stands, a sharp pain stabbing with each step, before he stopped next to his destination.

[Color=00aeef]"You're the first to ever truly best me."[/color] he said quietly to Launcher, his voice a little stained. [Color=00aeef]"The situation may demand us enemies, but you are not my enemy."[/color]