“Its not exactly peak form, but judging by the crowd here today I would not be surprised. Keep your wits about you.” Ruk warned.

“Senjen and I are no strangers to a scrap, I’m sure we’ll be OK.” Light retorted. He was still giddy from having actually won something. He could suddenly see why people decided to make entire careers from competition circuits.

Officials passed by with remote controls. At their command, the soil between two patches was quickly turned fertile and workable by machines within the ground. What was once two squares became a long rectangle. They had been paired with the group of Humans Senjen had agitated in the previous round.

“I can r-r-recommend simulating the creation of defensive items to forestall any actual ph-ph-physical activity.” Pclendafuun said.

“And I’m not going to the terminal again. If we’re thinking of fast-growing weeds, I can send you names for some kelp that ruined many cave systems when I was a juvenile…” Light continued. Their opponents had already started making their way over to the terminal, leaving two people behind to guard the patch.