Pyro Bastard

Silence met with Ichigo’s question as he neared Joker. However, after a few seconds, the sound of snoring could be heard. The crowd, now annoyed, started to yell insults, both directed at the coordinator of the tournament and Joker himself. Easily seeing the anger and impatience of the crowd, the man in black rose the microphone up to his lips and spoke. “Any contestant not in the arena in one minute will be disqualified.”

Those few words caused the sleeping fighter’s ears to twitch and the snore to lower. With the only warning being the low snore, Joker jolted up. A small stream of blood now started form on the forehead and slide down the nose before dripping to the ground. Joker however, didn’t notice the red rain drops nor the pain that accompanied by it.

With little hesitation, Joker ran up to the arena before jumping forwards planning to jump onto the stadium and redeem himself. That was not the case though as the last step caught the male’s foot bringing him forward once again. The sound of a crack could be heard as the head hit the grey tiles. People in the crowd sighed as the saw how clumsy this fighter had made it. Some even wondered how this male made it to the second round. More thinking how bad of a fighter would have lost to the man…Those that hadn’t though of how bad the fighter was had only been thinking of the cracking sound. Those thoughts only came from the cleaning crew who hoped that it had been the contestant’s head that caused that.

Instead of falling asleep though, the trident wielder pushed himself right back up. More blood had begun to flow and was slowly filling the newly cracked tile. A grin was still held on the warriors face though as he stood up, the light from the bright sun shining brightly upon him…and everyone else.

Those that had seen Joker’s last match could only see a few differences from earlier. The blue toboggan and blue sleeveless shirt were now gone due to being destroyed in the last fight. It could be easily seen why the shirt was gone due to the large burn spot in the center of the fighter’s back. Along with that burn were multiple small scratches that littered both the upper and lower body. On the lower half of the body, those scratches were only noticeable due to the small cuts in the light-grey jeans where blood stains had formed. The last noticeable thing was the large cloth wrapped object held upwards like a rifle, but could easily be seen it wasn’t a regular pole or sword due to the length and wide top.

“Hm, I wonder if this kid has any attacks like that last one. If so, I’ll have to be on my toes.”Joker thought to himself as he looked towards Ichigo. The only betrayal of that innocent and clumsy attitude was a pair of cunning eyes and large grin which seemed as if it never left.

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