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"Barely hold your scythe steady? Perhaps I should have let the doppelgangers have a crack at you." Rivven said, laughing as if the idea was absurd. Rivven limped over to where his white coat was lying, folded how he had left it, just within the first row of spectater seats. "Thanks for the offer. I'm afraid I will have to take you up on that. I need to find a job, soon I think." He chuckled, slinging the coat over his uninjured shoulder, and moving slowly back into the arena, ready to head out the exit.
"Well I'm rather amazed you came out unscathed. I'm not going to ask how, but I'm certainly wondering how you managed to avoid the bullets and everything else without a real visible injury. Normally, at the very least, your chest would be one giant bruise right now, and you'd be queesy with muscle aches, and while I can't be sure you're not, I'll bet you even came out of that alright. It's those two palms I caught you with. Likely don't seem it, but that's one of my less pleasent techniques, should I go pass the second. Dieing from it is probably not as bad as surviving the third, why I didn't use it. Anyway, thanks for the prep talk, but I'm quite fine. I'm estatic from this match, it's been a long time since I had anything this difficult, and I can't remember the last time I fought just for fun. Can't remember I the last time I fought without any intention of killing. And look at us!" He laughed, nearly doubling over when the wound in his stomach flared with pain for a second. "Nearly killing each other for a little competition, and coming out of it acting like old friends. I'll bet any woman in those stands could give you a whole string of snide remarks about male bonding right now." He laughed, straightening up, and readying himself to go, removing one black elbow glove to let the sweat come off. He left the one with the scars under it in place, though the fingerholes certainly weren't enough to let it drain. "And who says we won't fight in a later round? Maybe some other two of the competitors will drop out or not be able to continue, and they'll look for someone to take up the blank slot. We could fight in the last round, eh?" He laughed hard at this, nearly doubling over without the pain. That would be a great pleasure, but at this second it probably spooked Mr. Chauffeur as much as it did him.
"Yes, I guess your right, let's get to a doctor. Shame to bother the fellow again. Nice man, but someone had to help me limp over to him just four days ago. I should have asked to put off the match longer so I wouldn't have reopened my stomach wound, but what can we do about that now?" He shook his head, still chuckling lightly. Giddiness seemed somewhat infectious right now, though after that match is was probably natural. "Ah, yes the water." He said, glancing down at the still active patches as he waited on Charles. Which seemed rude of him to do in his mind, but under these conditions he was going to let himself get away with a tad of disrespect. "Actually, it stops most of the bleeding and compresses the wound to help keep infection out and it from opening much more, but it doesn't do a thing to help them heal. Which is alright. I'm a fast healer anyway... Are you sure you don't need to see the doctor too? Are you really in as good condition as you look?"

"Alright then, thank you sir. I suppose we'll be seeing each other sooner or later, so, until then Mr. Charles." he said, waving a hand casually to the man in parting, and letting his smile dissappear as he turned away for the long limp to the clinic.

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It seemed like the sun had a quite soothing tranquility, it brought pleasure to the mans face. The rays beating down on his broad body as he placed his hands in his long black jacket. Huwatari was his name, he had black hair that came to an end at his shoulders. He had a deadly look in his pale blue eyes but an angels face.

"The time has come" he swiftly said under his breath as a light grin slowly made its way across his pale face as shadow flame creatures popped out of the stadium floor, behind him. It was his minions, part of his alchemy. He stared at the sun, not even injuring his eyes not even blinding him, he pondered for some moments until his heavy boots clamped onto the stadium stage. Waiting for a perfect moment to rise.

He swiftly looked behind him, another man whom seemed to not know who was up against. BUt with a decline, Huwatari once again turned his back to the man. Not wishing to postpone his plan any longer since its been long enough.

"Sorry, this ones not in the mood for any killings today" he said in a low tone as he walked out of the arena. The flamed shadows following him like dogs.

dog of death? What the seven hells is that? Thought Huwatari as she srcatched his head with a confused look on his face. He looked over his shoulder at the man whom was pointing some wierd blade at him.

"I'm sorry, but i never started a fight..you just assumed i did" he said with a cheerful smile, almost fake, as he once again placed his hands back in his long jet black jacket. Heading out the door to a world that kills dreams of the youngsters..much like him.

The hot sands leaked some into his boot-clad feet as he walked into the arena. It was the late morning, and it was supposed to get hot that day. He was glad they could fight early, for he dreaded fighting in the heat. He stretched some, wanting to warm up his muscles for the upcoming duel he had been challenged to. It seemed like it was ages since he fought, his last real fight being the come from behind victory against Reaper.

Now a new challenger had arose, and he awaited his arrival.