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Aaron listened eagerly, a little on edge himself as the girl described the explosive match. Again and again he cursed his bad luck at not being able to watch; he’d have to see if he could set aside some time to watch the replays or something. Rijker’s new technique was intriguing, but not exactly surprising—with her affinity and her focus on evocation, she was known to be a bit of a glass ballista—and Aaron was more interested in Hollyfield; he was already a more balanced fighter to start with, one Aaron favoured at that, and if it was as effective as the girl described, this new trick of his bode very well for his career. Not to mention Aaron’s standing bets. 

[color=f0d705]“See? This is exactly why I can’t stand that new coach!”[/color] Aaron exclaimed. [color=f0d705]“Rijker is already a powerhouse on the offence, but as soon as anyone gets past that she’s left with what, a meek little deflection? What she needs is some solid defence training. Her coaches always played to her strengths but she’s strong enough already; she needs someone brave enough to stand up to that ego of hers and shore up her weaknesses and this coach clearly doesn’t have it in him.”[/color] He spoke with a passion he hadn’t felt in months, though an exasperated sigh still escaped him, as if he’d had this argument a thousand times. Not that he had, but he’d been saying it to himself for ages, at least. [color=f0d705]“She could be champion of the entire league like that—”[/color] he snapped his fingers, producing a small flash [color=f0d705]“—if someone would just work on her defence a bit, but they keep pigeon-holing her like this and I’m telling you, it’s holding her back.”[/color] 

He shook his head, but his frustration didn’t linger long, replaced by a bit of a sheepish smile. [color=f0d705]“Afraid I didn’t record it, no. I usually watch the matches online; I’ll have to see if I can dig up the full broadcast soon.”[/color] Aaron neatly omitted the fact that he didn’t record the match because despite his familiarity with computers, he hadn’t the first idea how to work a TV. Besides, he doubted Varis would let him fill the dorm with TCL commentary anyway. It was just as well; sure, a lot of TCL broadcasts were hidden behind irritating paywalls, but luckily, having an IP address associated with the Noilas got you into just about anything for free.

[color=f0d705]“But more importantly,”[/color] he insisted, looking to the girl eagerly, [color=f0d705]“who won?!”[/color] 
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