[center][h2][color=purple]Midnight - Escalation[/color][/h2][/center]
The cheers went on for the last fight that had occurred long after the next two fighters had stepped onto the plate. It was always a spectacle to see a fight like that, not to mention the winner in question. The fight had long been over by the time the next two fighters stepped up to the stage. By comparison, they weren't anything to write home about. One was a regular who had always done semi-well, and in fact this was probably his best run yet. On the other side was a friend of his, who was also a regular, but had always seemingly struggled.

Their power sets were rather basic. And not too strong from what people remembered. Not exactly names to carry a title fight, so to speak. They exchanged some words, and it was on to the battle. And then it was over.

One moment there had been Gods knows how little people watching the fight, and then the favored combatant was sailing through the air, headed straight for, and going straight through a nearby table. Certainly a feet considering the tables were placed a little far away exactly for this kind of occurrence.

Drinks flew, outfits were ruined. Shouts, a little bit of panic, but not too much. But now, silence, and all eyes were on the stage. At least for the next few moments. The previously thought underdog was standing there with not even a scratch on him. Muscles bulging. His veins were visible. Something seemed off here.

But there was no time to really consider it, as the next fight was supposed to be underway soon. The victor of the bout stepped off the stage and seemed to vanish into the crowd as students parted for him. Well, as well as one [i]could[/i] vanish on a night like this. He could be found and talked to if someone were to look, that was beyond doubt, but whether that would be wise would be a different question.

Amongst the many concerned faces in the crowd, surely there would be someone who knew either of the two combatants who could shed light on what exactly just occurred. But perhaps no one would really care either. This was Midnight after all, you asked questions with your fists and found answers with your own bodies. Surely this combatant wouldn't be that bad, right...?