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Caesar chuckled lightly at her reply, glancing through the stands. [Color=00aeef]"What, that you're all Marines or Marine killers, eh?"[/color] he replied quietly. [Color=00aeef]"Enemies only remain enemies as long as they allow it. Take care of yourself, Launcher, I'll want a proper rematch one day."[/color]

He waited for a moment, but when no reply was forthcoming he left the way he came, nodding to himself.

Moments later he was among his crew, though off to the side and slightly apart. The match with Bonekid and... Blade?... was beginning.

Which, as the match progressed, he realized that no one else on the Rims could've hoped to beat Blade. After Boney the next highest skill with a blade, as far as he could tell, was himself. And he most definitely couldn't have handled the skill Blade was displaying.

Another failure for him. Maybe the kid would be willing to train him some in the blade arts. 

But for now he watched, analyzed really, Blade. Sure the fucking magic alien bullshit augmented the techniques, but Blade really was skilled. Maybe he could incorporate some of that into his own repitoire, using his electro instead of magic blood.

Wait, he wasn't a magic alien with his electro, was he? Could his dad have lied to him all these years? That was....a disturbing thought. But... There was no reason to believe his dad had lied, and he'd just need to push that thought away.

But, the match was over now. It had been interesting, and close. If the kid had collapsed and sooner...

He couldn't even help collect the kid, with his injuries.

He looked around, maybe he could get Dirk to...

Where was the little guy? He furrowed his brow, frowning. When was the last time he'd seen the weirdo? At the docks? Had he been captured or just slipped away?

His eyes roamed the room and he noticed that he didn't notice.... Smithy? Was that his name? Was he even real? Wait, yeah, he's taken out Slick.

Huh. Well, maybe he was just hiding in plain sight? He was a slippery little....guy? Thing?....person?

He hoped nothing bad was coming from this.

[Color=00aeef]"Someone should get the kid,"[/color] he said quietly to the two crews.