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GrizzlyEatsKids:
Noctis heard the sound of wind rushing towards him! He spun around just in time to dodge the tree trunk flying his way, or so he thought. The tree caught him on his side, making him lose his balance. Noctis fell, small bits of earth flying up as he smashed into the ground. He struggled to get up as the dust cleared. He opened his wings, and flew up. His movement was slowed, though, his side flaring with pain.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
I noticed the flying tree, and looked at the scorce. I didn't see anyone but since there's only one other person here...

That sneaky bastard...

I regained focus and started leaping from tree to tree twards the dragon, then I stop at the tree nearest to him and whip my tail blade at him!

Tickles:
Chief Masters left the match, smirking. He figured that these guys were no match for his son anyway. He went to room 510 where Stan opened the door, sensing that his father was there before a knock.

Hello father.

Chief Masters entered the room, and hugged his son.

My boy, how have you been? It's been a year since we last spoke, I was getting a little worried.

Spare me the family moment. We both know why you want to talk to me. You have a new strategy you want me to try, or a press conference you want me to go to.

The cheif walked around the room a bit. He was disapointed in the condition.

Isn't this room a little small? You would think they would give you the penthouse suite. We should go talk to the manager...

Father, please The penthouse was too big for me to enjoy on my own last year. Besides, I like a small, quiet place to rest in. It allows me to think a little better.

Stan went over to the food tray that was left for him and grabbed a couple of the sandwiches. He gave one to his dad. The one thing they had in common was favorite food, and pretty much the only thing besides being fighters.

Look son, I only want what's best for you. You're the champ, you deserve to live in luxary. When I won my first title, I had the biggest party of my life. Also, I seen this years competition, and I must say, not the strongest bunch I ...

Enough! I apologize, but things can change. If you'll excuse me, I need to rest, I had a long flight.

I got some time off to watch you in the tourney. Myabe by then you'll be in a better mood.

The chief left the room and started back to the elevator. Stan went to his bed to rest.

My head hurts. I really hope no one bothers me.

Mr. Fox:
A few new people came into the elevator, exchanges some words; it was clear there was a rivalry there, didn't concern me so I kept to my own business. The Elevator stopped and the new people left as well as Daylin. The Chief got off on his floor; I considered following him, but I was sure I'd see plenty of him soon, especially considering I'd soon be the new champion. I pressed the ground floor button, in my haste I had forgotten today there was pasta in the cafeteria, and I couldn't pass that up, it also meant I got to jam to some awesome music a little bit longer, nothing better.

GrizzlyEatsKids:
Noctis smelled the musty scent of snake. He launched himself upward, just missing the swing of Venom's tail blade. He then launched a swarm of fireballs at the the tree that Venom was on, lighting it on fire. Now where was Garlock? He searched around, but couldn't catch the  bull's scent. Should he dive into the trees and go looking for him? No, he decided to wait here in the air, where he was safest. If he went into the trees, Garlock would certainly have the advantage over him. So he stayed where he was, wondering what happened to the serpent on that burning tree.

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