[Center][color=bc8dbf][h2]Grima[/h2]
Level 4
20/40 EXP

Location: Esaka - The Pools
Wordcount: 599 (+1)[/color][/Center]

While Grima had initially planned on simply fully leaving the Pools before her next match began, the vessel instead returned to the stands, watching the various fights within her early brackets. Admittedly, she only had time to watch two, but she chose to at least see what she could potentially be dealing with in the future.

The first match was one that was… Entertaining, if embarrassing. A battle between a trio of men with cat ears and a massive man with a hanging gut and extreme mohawk, primarily wielding a  massive chain. The fight was a chaotic mess, featuring both sides throwing random items at the other while the two cat men fighting alongside the primary one by running at the other. The overweight man, meanwhile, answered with his chains… And by tossing cans at the assists to knock them away. In all of Grima’s years, she had never seen a fight this stupid… Until the trio pulled off their ‘ultimate move’, yelling about a “human pyramid attack” which simply consisted of the two assists holding the primary one up, eliciting shock within their foe as they upped the pressure.

But it was the second match she watched that got her attention, even if it was in the throes of its final match.

A battle between a pair of individuals that caught Grima’s notice for different reasons. The first was some kind of… Bear mascot, a wide lifeless grin etched onto their face and their entire body unmoving as they somehow fought. But the other, relatively more tame in comparison, was the one that truly caught her eye due to the similarities between him and her current ‘associate’. Though the suit was far more messy, the hat was missing, and they wore a distinct yellow cloak, the man fighting the bear was distinctly familiar to Hazama, enough that Grima was almost certain they were the same person. Yet their movement and manners were anything but, as the man she presumed was one ‘Yuuki Terumi’ fought with reckless aggression, relentlessly attacking the bear while laughing with hate and maniacal glee, 

“Seriously, they brought a BALLOON to a tournament?!” Terumi yelled as he tripped the bear and proceeded to stomp on their head several times over, their heel grinding into them, “They really just let [i]anything[/i] join up. I barely even get to have fun cutting you apart” the green haired man stated as he slammed his foot into the head one more time before casually kicking the bear away, a distinct sound filling the air as it hit the ground.

[b]ROUND 2, TERUMI WINS[/b]

With the sound of his victory, Terumi’s joy immediately vanished, the man taking out an elegant butterfly knife and twirling it in his hand with expert precision, “Tch. Damn waste of my time” he muttered, turning away and beginning to leave the arena… Before his yellow eyes glanced up, spotting Grima within the stands overlooking the pools. In that moment, Terumi simply grinned at the scholarly look from the vessel, before his eyes vanished underneath his hood.

That alone was enough reason to cause Grima to turn on her own heel and begin leaving once again. There was a distinct spark that she felt when the two had made eye contact… Or rather, what their true self had felt. A rivalry.

The Fell Dragon could sense a fallen god when they saw one. And if they were meant to be one of their future foes, then she would have to prepare herself. With their similarity, perhaps her ‘patron’ knew more about him…