> Combating higher power, covered in the blood of its jest.
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The curtain closed on the battle between Bora and Couch, amidst the crowds cheering the immaculate show of brilliance, and giving respect to them as well.
But in the eyes of many, if not all, of the alliance who had gathered to solve the riddle of the shadowy underbelly of the tournament, this was something to be rationaled upon, rather than concluded on in a rush.
"...Are you sure?" Probacon questioned with caution. "Without the silver of a doubt." David responded.
"I see…" "…You still have doubts?" “I mean, realistically yeah…”
“I understand where you’re coming from. And I come from that same point of view. But caution, to this, is primary. I believe we need to delve deeper now more than anything else.”
“Yeah,” concluded Probacon, still doubtful in his mind.
Then would he recall the words of that same person, ringing through his mind like an alarm. Decipher with frugality, and grasp the initiative…
Somewhere else in the Field, in the place reserved for the divinities and numens, conversation was kickstarted among these very greater beings, among their silhouettes, discussing of Bora, his actions, and his words. “Whatsoever doth he mean by those sayings?,” questioned a male in their midst. A dame would grant him an answer. “Surely, he must be calling to the many failings o’ our different selves across all reality.” “Verily, he ist bold, that Bora.” Another lady would add.
Their total number was of threescore members, representing different domains of myth and divinity. “But is’t not a grave impudence to deem us ‘incompetent’?” “To their eyne, ‘tis as much truth as the law o’ gravitation.” “Ay. Yet, he should’st at least assay’d to present it more humbly.” “Enough.”
One of them, of a thunderous voice and a well-built masculine outline, spoke. “Little it matters what he hath quoth now. For now…”
“We peer onto whither it trots…” The wheels had been brought to a spin once again, and rapidly did they rotate.
In time they began to lose pace.
And stopped on two tags.
Toxic and Biz were immediately transposed onto the platform amidst the quick roars sounded by the masses.
Dgiag began introducing them yet again, as Probacon and company watched on.
"Such an unfair meet…,” said Purogu with melancholy in composed seating. "Yeah…taking him on is just pitiable.” Fighter replied her, as monotonous as ever.
"One thing is certain: this will be a quick one,” said Noot, looking to all those at his side with a tilt. Probacon looked down at the battlefield with his intertwined fingers just front of his nostrils and mouth, enacting both deep observation and deep thought.
"What is it, Probacon?" David, who had quickly caught on, inquireded, jerking Probacon back to their midst totally. "Oh! Uh, not much...”
“Just thinking…if maybe we're overlooking many others."
David turned his head towards the projection.
"I know.” David responded as he rose.
He turned to Fighter, and then to Noot. “Shall we?”
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The brace nodded, but many of the others were left a bit lost. “Where to?,” inquired Wok.
“...To deal with what Noot found.”
The three took their leave, amidst the watchful eyes of the rest, still a bit unaware of their intent.
But they returned their focus onto the joust at hand, and it seemed as though the respects were given. But it also seemed Toxic was a bit uncomfortable, as though it was not a match he looked forward to, which was a trait far from his usual self.
Dgiag, who had now returned to his usual standing upon exiting the Field, raised his right hand, ready to commence the joust.
"BEGIN!!!"
There was a shared glare from each individual to their opponent from where they stood, prepared to act in accordance to the requirements for victory.
Elsewhere, the trifecta of David, Noot, and Fighter walked down halls, with another destination in mind. “Is what you told me through our mindspeak true? The nature of the rift is omnidirectional?”
“Yes. Naturally, rifts would lead from point A to point B within one span of space, or across multiple spans of it.” Noot would reply, only for a snarky comment to be snided from Fighter. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“But this one…,” Noot continued, “is more like….electrical wiring, or wind, or…no…”
“It’s like the entire Dome has become a rift in and of itself.” To his two allies, these were words of pure shock, and words of bad news in tandem.
“I’m guessing this may primarily relate to the ignorance of the natural gravitation laws in Khanshin.” David contributed with a guess and a half. “That is a major contributor, yes. But…there’s more.” “More?” Fighter curiously inquired.
“Yes. An otherworldly element also plays a deep role in the state of this rift. This is most definitely beyond just ignoring laws and the like. It’s far deeper than that, is my hypothesis.”
“I see. Beyond that, our leads for the main perpetrators have also struck a roadblock of sorts…” David noted, twisting a wrist in arcs, and holding the arm of that wrist with another.
“Well then…good thing we have guides that can direct us in that manner.”
“Interrogatees?” Fighter asked.
At that moment, the three had reached the door of Noot’s quarters, and the Arct-nix turned to the Sarhun as he took hold of the handle, and smiled. “Oh, how’d you know?”
He opened his room door, to reveal the brown-haired and green-eyed human who had been at Deriba’s side during the incident at the food arena. As the door opened he looked up, revealing a face with few scratches but no true injury.
《Rand Gai. Follower of Deriba. Age 29.》
“Oh…wow.” David uttered in a minor surprise. “Now then…tell us just what you know of all of this…Mr. Gai.” Noot would implore him.
“I know nothin’. I’m just a mere soldier. And ain’t this some sort of kidnapping or somethin’!?” He roared in response.
Noot sighed in growing irritations. “See what I’ve had to be dealing with here?” “Let me.” Fighter stated, moving right ahead of the former.
He squatted, so as to look Gai eye-to-eye.
“What could I do to attain this knowledge from you? I know for a fact you have some, even if just a tidbit. So…”
Gai’s initial reply was of a befuddled look, questioning why he was even approached in that manner.
But his confusion would become laughter, laughter which puzzled the lot.
“What’s so funny?’” questioned a weary Fighter. “Ahaa. Nothing serious. Just…”
“Did you really expect me to talk that easily?”
“I actually counted on the opposite.”
Then Fighter grabbed unto Gai’s collar, something the latter had not foreseen in any fashion.
And in a rapid moment, Gai was slammed onto the floor with a violent throw. David and Noot could only stare in shock upon the action perpetrated by their ally.
“Ugh…” “Now let me repeat myself once more…,” said Fighter, carrying himself far more sternly than before.
The other two looked to themselves, now fully knowing of the very nature of the coming interrogation.
He hovered his head above that of a now withheld Gai, who carried only worry in his eyes. “What do I do to attain this knowledge from you?”
Elsewhere however, upon the ground lay Biz, groaning with muffled sounds, and Toxic looking to him as he stood, with a glum face. “How sad…” "BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE. THIS BATTLE'S VICTOR IS…LORD TOXIC!!!," declared Dgiag, as the reverberation of the chants all around the Coliseum began once again…
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