(After a long night out, Michael and Lee have parted and gone back to their housing to take up rest before the tournament battles begin. Michael, although he is rich, lives in a housing complex in the middle of town which is middle class. Inside his house are 1 large room with bed, kitchen and table for eating, a clean metal desk with a computer and nothing for decor on his walls, just plain white, and of course a bathroom.) Michael: *walks over to his desk and unstraps his sword, placing it on the desk and sitting down on his bed*. "Sigh..." (With a worried expression on his face, Michael questions to himself who Ultima is and what his capabilities are but, nothing is coming up.) Michael: *gets up from his bed and sits down at his desk, typing in the name of Ultima on his computer to try and find any info*. "Damn.....nothing. This could either be really bad for me or really good, either way, I'm sure my luck will pull me through..." (After a few more searches on his computer, Michael falls asleep at his desk with still no results found.) ------------------------------------------------------ (The next day, Michael, Lee, and Liam have met up in the stands of the tier 1 colosseum, ready for the tournament to begin through an announcement. The stands of the colosseum sit high above the field with many rows of shaded seating made of metal.) Liam: *plops down in one of the seats*. "Ah, the cheap shit that is tier 1." Michael: *rolls his eyes as he stands up in the walkway with his arms crossed*. "I'm sure you'll make it to tier 3 Liam, I'm sure you won't cheat." Liam: "heh, yeah." Lee: *stands at the bottom row of seating closest to the arena field as he watches the crowds start to pour into the seats*. "Hm..." Michael: *surprises Lee from behind with a pat on the back*. "There's nothing like it, fighting in the arena and hearing the crowd cheer as you strike a heavy blow to your opponent, it really is special." Lee: *nods at Michael with a nervous look*. "..." Michael: *heavy sigh*. "I can tell you're concerned about getting hurt, trust me, that'll be the least of your concerns when you step into the arena." Lee: "Sorry, it's just those of us with lower ability levels are more prone to severe injuries." Michael: "Yeah, that's true..." ???: *walks up beside Michael at the edge of the railing and speaks out with a feminine voice*. "Try not to make the fights boring this time Michael." Michael: *shooked by the stranger's presence*. "NIL?! Heh, should've known you'd be in town for the tourney, you and your big ass pointy hat." NIL: *holds the edge of her hat with both her hands and looks at Michael in annoyance*. "Don't bitch about my hat..." (Lee tries to introduce himself to NIL as he is standing right next to her but obtains the cold shoulder and is unable to join in on the conversation.) Michael: "So, find anything of value out in the wasteland NIL? You're out there a lot, I'd hate for you to waste your time." NIL: *looks out across the arena as she responds to Michael*. "Are you sure you aren't just worried about me? Honestly, why do you even try to hold back your true intentions?" Michael: *clears his throat*. "You're assumptions of me are incorrect, I'm simply curious if you find interesting things in the wasteland." Lee: *whispers to Michael in his ear*. "Your face would say otherwise." Michael: *facepalm*. "..." Liam: *gets up from his seat and leans over the railing next to the others*. "I'm still here by the way!" NIL: *annoyed*. "Yes Liam, I am aware of your pointless existence." Liam: "That's cold dude, cold. I'm hurt." Michael: *quickly grabs NIL's attention away from Liam*. "So, are you gonna hang out here the whole time then?" NIL: *slight nod*. "Perhaps I will, perhaps not. I'll be sure to catch your battle Michael, watching you get hurt is enjoyable." Lee: *confused look on his face as he stares at NIL*. "Bruh..." (With the sound of trumpets echoing across the city and flames shooting out from the top of the colosseum, the announcer dressed in a white cloak covering his entire head and body walks out to the center of the sandy arena field.) Announcer: *authoritive voice*. "Welcome to the 7th annual tournament of Altair! Today we begin round 1 with the first match being Ems468 VS Liam! Contestants please make your way into the arena field." Liam: *looks to Michael, Lee and NIL*. "Wish me luck fellas!" Michael: "Good luck." NIL: "Please get hurt." Lee: "Okay!" (Liam jumps off the side of the railing and into the arena, hands at the ready to draw his guns. Liam walks over to the announcer as they await Ems's arrival.) Lee: *looking around*. "Has Ems ever fought in the tourney before?" NIL: "She's a wastelander like myself, she'll be tough." (With a loud cheer from the crowd, Ems walks out from one of the underground gates leading out of the arena and over to the announcer, staring down Liam.) Liam: *smirks at Ems*. "Heh..." Ems468: *puts on her goggles that were on her forehead*. "I hope you're ready for a beat down Liam." Liam: *chuckles*. "From a girl? Please, I just hope you're ready for me to ya know, go down on ya." Ems468: "....Wow...that was bad.." (The announcer raises his hand into the air, signaling the start of the battle from its drop.) Announcer: *lowers his arm*. "Begin!" (End of Part 3.)