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When Bak had stomped out onto the field she had done so with all the flare and pomp of a master heel. She snared and sneered and mugged to anyone close enough to see. She through her weight around as much as she was able, lending her weight to every footfall to leave deep gashes and cutting inhuman prints into the grass. When the cheer went up she screamed with it and fired a volley of missiles into the air, exploding like fireworks above the heads of the Mephisto's. They were the bad guys, she was their pet killing machine, and she made sure her every movement reinforced that. The only thing that cut into this image was that her arm was in some kind of sling.

If they could look inside her head the audience would find an even bigger crack in the facade. Although she was throwing her heart into being terrifying she was really worried, not about the tournament, but Vittorio. She'd been thinking about what he'd said to her, and the more she thought the more she'd been convinced that he was planning to do something...foolish during the tournament. The kind of foolish that you didn't intent to walk away from. 

She'd confided as much in Rurik a few days after he had, shockingly, not only announced he planned to join with no prompting but had asked Bak of all people to be his partner. She'd described basically everything he'd said to her, every weird grim proclamation. She'd even gone as far to show Rurik the ring, just to hammer home the point that, no, this time he seemed like he really meant to end it. Then she'd told every member of the student council that cared to listen to her rambling. Except Clara. She didn't need to know what they'd been talking about. 

She didn't enjoy doing it. She resented Vittorio a little for making her worry like this on what was, by far, one of her favorite days of the whole year. The tournaments, win or lose, were the most fun she'd ever had. She got to stomp around, be intimidating, shoot to her hearts content, and people cheered her on for it! It was the worlds greatest game! Not to mention it was really the only time she ever went out. If that sad little sheep thought he was going to get himself lost and ruin today for everyone he was going to have to go through her to do it!

The problem was she didn't know exactly what Vittorio was planning to do. She had a general idea seeing as that stupid Alto was in the building, but the way he would get from point A to point Cold-Blooded-Murder still eluded her. She didn't know when, had only a vague idea of where, and the hows were to numerous to count. She also hadn't planned what she would do when he tried something. She [i]also[/i] couldn't let him know that she was going to do something since it would be childs play for him to evade her then. All she could do was have as many eyes on him as possible and try to react. 

She glanced across the field over to where the St. Laural's were gathered. She caught Samoth looking in her direction and waved before remembering that other people were watching and changing it into a fist shake. Then she laid eyes on who she was actually looking for. The thought of asking him for help didn't sit well with her, but the William boy had name dropped Vittorio specifically. If she told him, what would he do? Maybe call the cops or something. She couldn't really trust what he'd do. Still, another pair of eyes that were close to Alto...

Bak's thoughts were cut off by, ironically, Vittorio. She looked him over, her mind doing that thing where she tried to sort through what she was feeling, before smiling and saying "You to. Do not give up!" She said in a loud stage whisper before raising her fist and firing her gun into the air. "Mephisto's will crush everyone! GAHAHAHAHA!"

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Deep in the back of Katherine's head a voice chuckled passively as the two boys spoke. "What a pair of erudite young men. All hail St. Laural's indeed. Surly no one could possibly mistake this for a battle of [i]dominion[/i]." She said smugly, before continuing seriously. "Master, take heed of that first year. I can practically taste the ambition behind his eyes. If it were any more naked I would be quite scandalized. I'd also advise caution about the scant few of my kind I can sense in this arena. If you are facing one I will inform you."