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[color=cde0e1]Location:[/color] The Stands
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Ben had just settled into his new seat, free from the popcorn boy and hot dog girl. Hopefully, the flies would annoy them into leaving. Ben was just considering the merits of keeping a swarm of flies and other bugs that people tried to avoid around him when, from the pitch, came flying toward him a fireball.

He threw up his arms trying to protect the core of his body. The fire was extinguished just in time, and a boy, just a bit older than him, stood where he had almost crashed into him. Ben let out a small sigh of relief, definitely just relief, nothing else.

[color=cde0e1]"Your fight is down there, not here."[/color] He pointed down at the pitch where the fight was going. Both blonde girls were gone. [color=cde0e1]"Your water user and the other blonde are gone. If you're missing too..."[/color] He trailed off, unsure of how to end that sentence. Did his team [i]need[/i] the fire user? He certainly put out a lot of damage. Ben didn't want to fight him. But Ben was better at hand-to-hand in complex spaces, spaces that he could use to his advantage. This pitch was flat, except where the earth manipulator had changed the terrain.