The announcer had, with the start of the tourney, been lazily sitting upon his chair, yawning and waiting for something to happen. Though, as of now, with the many battles that had gone over the iron ground where the battles took place.
It began with the four armed lady Vanina, and had come to a battle with a David and Goliath like pairing. It was beginning to really get the announcer, who's name tag stated "JAMES" in all capital letters, stirring up, and jumpy.
A large smile was plastered on James' face as he read the next card. "Yoyo Zhao Ji! Versus! Dave Power!" he said enthusiastically into his microphone, before falling back into his chair, awaiting the two to step into the arena in front of him. He knew he'd likely be shooting back up into the air any minute now, and needed to give himself a quick rest in between.
Meanwhile, Manetta and his small team equipped themselves with long dark robes to hide their face and body. Chances are, people who often attended tournaments, would know who they were. Even Dreyar shut up for this part, as they had finally arrived at the spot. Paying the small entry fee for people watching the tournament, a light 18 Zeni, they strolled in, sitting down on one of the car away seats in the back. They did not speak, they rarely moved, for now they watched over the place, planning for when to jump in and begin their little heist.
It began with the four armed lady Vanina, and had come to a battle with a David and Goliath like pairing. It was beginning to really get the announcer, who's name tag stated "JAMES" in all capital letters, stirring up, and jumpy.
A large smile was plastered on James' face as he read the next card. "Yoyo Zhao Ji! Versus! Dave Power!" he said enthusiastically into his microphone, before falling back into his chair, awaiting the two to step into the arena in front of him. He knew he'd likely be shooting back up into the air any minute now, and needed to give himself a quick rest in between.
Meanwhile, Manetta and his small team equipped themselves with long dark robes to hide their face and body. Chances are, people who often attended tournaments, would know who they were. Even Dreyar shut up for this part, as they had finally arrived at the spot. Paying the small entry fee for people watching the tournament, a light 18 Zeni, they strolled in, sitting down on one of the car away seats in the back. They did not speak, they rarely moved, for now they watched over the place, planning for when to jump in and begin their little heist.
