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lubbies:
Last night

I curled down on one of the couches in the lobby and dozed off, my mind was to tired to do much else.

Present

I awoke with a large yawn, my eyes could only half open, I looked at the clock in the lobby and it was late.

me-I overslept!

I scrambled off the couch and ran out the door. I need to train today, there isn't much time left. I guess I did need the rest, I was exhausted. I stopped running, where am I going to go. I could go check out the arena, no doubt there will be lots of people there. I could check out the Fighters Academy, maybe I could learn a thing or two. I decided to quickly check out the arena. I set off running towards the arena.

Mr. Fox:
The gym had too many people in it, no way I was going in there. I turned and started walking towards the front door, it was a bit cloudy out, but not enough to keep a person inside. The park sounded like a good place to calm my over taxed nerves. Taking extra care to cover my mark up I left for the park without so much as a word being uttered.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan and Warren

Tylan stood, his hands uncharacteristically shaking. He slowly tried to speak, failing.

S-Stan, let him up... He won, and no matter what he did, I cannot turn in a friend...

He shaking picked up the knife, placing it beside Warren on the ground. He admired it, wondering how something so...cool! Could be so vicious. The handle was slick, glass like and shining, and a silver owl spouted from the bottom. The blade was short, jagged and gleaming in the alley lights. He felt like something was above him, but ignored it. THen he spoke more firmly.

Let him up.

Tickles:
Stan was a bit confused.

Let him up!? He pulls a knife on you, and you want me to let him up? Whatever he was going to do, you do not have to put up with it.

One of the men on the roof got impatient.

2-I'm tired of waiting, this is probably going to turn into a sappy moment.

1-Very well, toss the Todon.

A red sphere was dropped by the champ and the thug he apprehended. A circle of symbols appeared on the ground, and an orb was summoned. Stan, not realizing where it came from, looked to the thug.

This is not the time for battle.

2-He's not taking the bait. He's in the circle, force the synch!

1-And so is his captive. You realize that they both will be in the battle, and I will not be able to aid you.

2-So be it, the claw trooper can handle both of them with ease.

The first man drew a symbol on his hand, and infused it with astral energy.

1-Jedark Thirku!

The symbols on the ground began to glow a crimson red, and Stan felt himself synch with the orb. He awakened as Ripfang in what looked like a giant dome with a marble floor.

The-Blades-slave:
Warren and Tylan

as something fell from the roof, Tylan leaped back. The ground in front of him began to glow, and he watched as the bleeding Warren was forced to sync.

Link

Link watched calmly. He saw a werewolf beside him, and his instincts kicked in. He leaped back, ripping the gale boomerang free from his side. A small, tornado began to swirl around the boomerang, and he prepared to launch it at Ripfang.

Hyaa!

The boomerang left his hand, whirling like a small tornado as it flew towards Ripfang. He could see a man with claws in the distance, but he saw Ripfang is more of the menace. In his eyes, Ripfang was a creature of Twilight.

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