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[b][h3]"AND IT'S ALLLLLLL OVER!!!!!!!"[/h3][/b]

Lucas "Killer" Miller stood there utterly dumbfounded as his opponent was placed on a stretcher and wheeled out of the painfully quiet arena. 

Who the hell has a heart attack the minute before a fight!?

[b][h3]"YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE NEXT ROUND OF THE CARNIVAL, LEWIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MILLEEEEEEEEEER!"[/h3][/b]

Lucas stood there, eyes darting around at the morose crowd with their heads firmly down in solemn respect. He slowly, wordlessly, raised both of his arms in victory. Confused expression still etched on his face.

"That poor man…" One of the front row audience members muttered loud enough for the microphones to pick up. Lucas took that as his cue to leave. Quietly but briskly exiting the arena and past the equally despondent crowd of reporters.

[Colour=Yellow]"Dad?"[/colour] Lucas asked, turning up the earpiece only to be met with his Father's shrieking wail of elation. Lucas turned the earpiece back down.

So much was his confusion that he wasn't even all that anxious about his surroundings, until he looked around to find himself smack dab in the middle of the crowded arena once more.

A low, weary groan rang out from him as his head lowered and he tried finding a corner to hide in until the next opportunity to get the shit kicked out him arised.

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[Colour=PaleGreen]"AHAHAHA! Merveilleux!"[/colour]

Florian bowed over his fallen opponent, a ruffian biker who'd expected the heir of MINERVA to be little more than hot air. Roses seemed to fall from the gushing audience (even from those who weren’t paid to cheer for him), which Florian happily took and posed with. A microphone was suddenly handed to the young man.

[Colour=PaleGreen]"Thank you! Thank you! Wow! What an honour (honour)! Let's first give thanks to my excellent opponent: "Lash'' Thompson (Thompson)![/colour]

"Urgh." Was all the biker managed to retort with from his prone form.

[Colour=palegreen]"But, this is not just a sporting event (event)!"[/colour] Florian's expression turns serious. [Colour=palegreen]"This is a time of great social change (change)! We must slow down the nuclear arms race (race)! Stop terrorism and world hunger (hunger)! We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights (rights), while also promoting equal rights for women (women)! We have to encourage a return to traditional moral values (values)! Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people (people)!”[/colour]

The audience watched on, tears in their eyes at Florian’s impassioned plea. [colour=Palegreen]”To that end (end)! I will continue to fight (fight)! FOR YOU! BRAZIL~!”[/colour]

Thunderous applause, cascading down in a rhythm of adulation towards Florian who wiped away a single tear of his own before bowing and retreating the fighting area, waving all the while.

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The high of a post-match victory was often intoxicating, Florian had to admit, but he felt little elation as he re-entered the main halls. Perhaps it was the ease with which his victory was obtained, had his ambitions reached such a height that he’d actually grown [i]too[/i] strong?

His growing fear turned back into joy, for what greater high was there than reuniting with a new yet treasured friend?

[colour=PaleGreen]”JUSTY!!!!!”[/colour] Florian said, waving and jogging in one brilliant motion while he chuckled heartily. It was the half-android friend he’d made earlier, standing at the bar conversing with two women, one Florian knew and one he did not, his best friend must be quite the lady killer!

[colour=PaleGreen]”Splendid to see you again my friend! I am glad to see your skills carried you further in this contest!”[/colour] Florian said, grabbing “Justy”’s hand and shaking it vigorously before releasing it from his incredible clutch.

[colour=palegreen]”And Ms. Breicen! Pleasure to meet you again!”[/colour] a bow. [colour=palegreen]”I trust you continue to do MINERVA’s good name proud! Oh!”[/colour] Another bow, this time towards Auri, grabbing and holding her hand aloft for a moment as he’d done earlier with the little girl who could fly.

[colour=Palegreen]”A pleasure! Absolutely!”[/colour] He released her hand as quick as he’d held it, as rare and as coveted as a shooting star. [colour=palegreen]”I am Florian Wessington The First! Heir to MINERVA and, based on empirical data and breeding, destined to win this fighting carnival! Again, a pleasure to make your acquaintance mon ami!”[/colour]

Like a rabbit on amphetamine, Florian’s expression and demeanour changed again. From one of over-familiar friendliness to one of embarrassment and shame. [colour=palegreen]”Apologies! I hadn’t meant to interrupt! Allow me to get us all a few drinks, something heavy with electrolytes in preparation for our next rounds! BARKEEP!”[/colour]