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Wash could feel the hairs on the back of his neck tingle as the figure approached him. "They are here, you know? Right outside. I can feel their presence." The figure walked steadily forward to the broad window of the box seat over the colliseum. Below, a Tyranitar crunched viciously into a Gallade, who in turn, stabbed his elbow spike deep into the beast's armored hide, both locked in a mortal death grip.
"What do you intend to do? I'm still on the contract, so technically, I have to follow your orders for now." The Zoroark snickered from the doorway, thinking the whole spectacle a shallow charade.