Banking on a Brawl

Pushing his way through the crowd was proving quite the hassle, so eventually Tarine would give up, resigning himself to the fact he was to be carried forward at their pace. Being buffeted between groups of people, he picked up on some excited chatter hinting this next match had some very interesting people lined up... his expression perked up, not that he wasn’t planning on watching anyway but it did spark some hope whatever happened next would be worth his time.

To his relief, the crowd reached the edges of the arena and promptly began dispersing towards the confection stands and other areas to get either a quick bite before the match or a front-row seat to what would surely be some high-octane action. Being among the latter crowd, though instead wanting his notes to be as accurate as possible- which wouldn’t happen if he got stuck behind some person a full head taller than he, Tarine decided to cheat a little and unsuppressed his ki just enough to weave through the gaps in the crowd before anyone else thought to take advantage of them.

With this advantage, he was predictably able to weasel his way to the front, a feat he would have been prouder of if he didn’t instantly get feel a pang of hunger as he was hit with the scent of popcorn and other goods he’d neglected to grab for himself earlier when he was too busy taking notes on techniques he’d later sadly realise were biologically impossible (and kind of gross) as they required him to be more gum than flesh and blood. He looked back forlornly, almost wishing he hadn’t rushed in quite so quickly when he must have had at least a few minutes before the fight was scheduled to start, though people were quickly filling the space behind him and he reluctantly conceded his spot was worth more than an overpriced hotdog.

Instead, Tarine sighed and busied himself with flipping open his notepad and finding the next available space. His pages upon pages of scribbled notes and half-formed ideas he’d formed during the previous matches proving a welcome distraction until the people piled in behind him. He could feel the tension in the air growing thicker by the second as the excited buzz of the crowd died down as all eyes anxiously settled on the entrances to the arena.

Hie eyes became similarly glued to the doors, while Tarine didn’t know who would emerge, unlike the majority of the crowd, he could feel the power they possessed- and while it was a fraction of the might he’d encountered, he estimated it was far more than what he was capable of at his best. A hint of envy crossed his face at the thought- fortunately the reason was exactly what he’d come here to attempt to fix.

Finally the voice of the announcer rang clear across the stands, the surprise almost made him jump, his head jerking to the speakers automatically, only for the redhead to quickly scramble to put his pen back to the page as the realisation hit that this was the moment he’d been waiting for. His eyes darted between the stage and his notes as he didn’t want to leave a single moment of this upcoming match unrecorded, he began to jot down the name as it left the announcer’s mouth… Space… Warrior? Kind of bland in his opinion but okay. While the rest of the crowd cheered the warriors entrance with all the enthusiasm they could muster, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary since he wasn’t one for giving wild applause anyway, Tarine got to writing down what he could before the second fighter would emerge and steal his attention. “saiyan, power about x10 stronger than mine” it’d do for now.

And with far more gusto, the announcer revealed the second contender, some Cassidy Cer- was that a cowboy? It took him a moment for the surprise to wear off and to shake the dumbstruck look of his face… yep, if his eyes didn’t deceive him, that man was indeed dressed in some sort of getup straight out of a western. But considering their power wasn't anything to be laughed at, he'd take this match like any other. Pen to page, he'd observe the pair intensely, though not without a glint of curiosity in his eyes.