[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ab950452-1877-412c-9d66-76d1fce6e72f.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: 
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Once again, this contest was unlike anything Dorian had imagined it would be. From the underhanded tactics of the Hex Girls, to the way contestants looked at him after the battles in which he'd possessed them. How they avoided his gaze and wouldn't even shake his hand for a good fight. He thought that maybe with the contest it would be different, that the understanding it could happen would make it ok, but even with that…

Dorian scanned the battlefield, some more ready to fight than the others. He looked at the space where his boyfriend once stood, the tell-tale signs of his powers of teleportation having not been active when he vanished from view. Teddy's screams then caught his attention and Dorian knew this wasn't right. Even if they continued to fight, even if they won, it wouldn't be a victory worth winning. So much damage had been done already and much like the victory with the Hex Girls, it would be hollow. 

Dorian flew off towards the middle of the field and put his hands in a T formation. [Color=CC99FF]” Time out!”[/color] He subtly twisted his hand, feeling another aid him as he began. Every camera currently televising the event was now facing him. His face, his voice, was being seen and heard across the galaxy. [Color=CC99FF]”Amnesia is right! All year we study and learn how to become heroes. How to do what heroes do. Some believe that being a hero is a full time job, but in truth it's in moments like these that anyone can be heroic. It's not about winning, it isn't about being the strongest or fighting to the end or flashy moves, it's about knowing when you need to fight and when you need to lend a helping hand.”[/color] As he spoke, Dorian made his way down and around the arena towards where Hulking and Wiccan were. Cameras followed each step until they zoomed in to him offering them a hand as an olive branch.

[Color=CC99FF]”There are some amongst us that can still fight, that would still like to fight, but there are others that should step away from the battle or that may want to. Allow us a brief moment to decide what the two teams would like to do. ”[/color] Dorian turned to face Billy and Teddy, his voice lowering to speak to them personally, the cameras turning away to pan to the audience instead as he gave them privacy. [Color=CC99FF]”Wiccan, you did an amazing job even in the Astral. I'm sorry things happened this way, but I think for your sake…and Hulklings, you should step away from this fight but I'd love to meet up afterwards if that's ok?”[/color] Dorian had wanted to defeat the Young Avengers so bad, he wanted to be the one to dethrone them before they left the Academy. But not like this, never like this. 

Billy hesitated for a moment, feeling the eyes in the crowd on him. He didn't want to give up. He didn't want to let people down. He didn't want to let his friends down. He didn't want to let [i]Teddy[/i] down. He'd let them all down lately - too much and too often. But this - none of them wanted this. He then nodded, and felt the tension leave Teddy's body at his concession as Billy took Dorian's hand. The cameras having panned back towards them after Dorian had finished speaking.