[[Arcane's dead dude takes over for Jubei, any complaints? If so say so now.]]
Back in the corner of the room Clouse sat at one of the simple yet sturdy tables, there was no see able part of his face, or a drinking glass for that matter. Yet as he stood he tied a brown canteen to the side of his pants, explaining his lack of glass. He walked with no hurry, yet with out procrastnation ether, passing Shadow he spoke, his face now barely visible from his angle, "Come winged one, are challenge begins now. Dual fated, I wonder who shall the victory be?" His voice was soft in a sense, like that of a old sage, full of wisdom like one as well. He pushed the door open at the back of the bar, walking out to the arena, he didn't favor combat, but one did as one must.
"Musa... come on man, wake up... I'm gonna die of boredom at this pace...." Lock complained, chip as normal, and vodka in hand.
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