Brigand stepped out of the entrance to the fighter's resting area, his whole day a blur. There were various tests that the fighters went through just to make it to the stage and he really didn't even remember them because they were so simple. He was simply too excited because of the prospects of having a great fight were just too much for him to be calm about. As he stepped out into the light, he shielded his eyes for a moment before walking up to the white stoned arena. He wasn't sure who his opponent was, but he didn't mind all that much as long as he didn't have to wait.
His foot fell upon the flagstone, his saiyan-armored body gleamed in the bright sunlight and made he was in his suppressed form. He wanted to have fun, rather than be decimated so he had left his gloves and weighted training gear in his assigned lock area in the relaxation room. In this form, he was roughly six feet tall and two hundred and forty pounds. As long as he could fight and enjoy himself, there was no sense in going all out and beating his opponent to a bloody pulp; there was also a rule against doing that, which was his other reason for not doing so.
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Current Stats
Strength - 8
Speed - 8
Defense - 8
Power Level - 2
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