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Karlan Nobles     ( TRACK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SauvTwBDpto )

    It had taken some time to get everything sorted out with the jet-less crony, but the investigation into Mr. X's plans is finally underway once more. Those helping the vigilantes of Wood Oak City would be directed to meet in a small park just outside of the city stadium, the stench of questionable hot dogs and even more questionable punks in denim vests wearing shades at night lingering in the air. Chain link fence creates a fairly straightforward path towards the stadium itself, decorated with fairly regular signage telling visitors and locals alike to "Do! BASE BALL!" and that "It's like Boo!"

    For once, the Elites are not greeted by the sight of people getting their heads bashed in already. Blaze and Skate certainly look like they're ready to throw down with their eyes glued to the red-haired denim-vested guys lying down on benches with their eyes wide open, but Max and Pramanix are a little more preoccupied with one of the hot dog vendors.

    "You sure about this?"
    "Definitely. I'd never get a chance to eat this at home."
    "You're gonna get sick."
    "It will be fine."

    As Pramanix works out how to eat that hot dog, more of the identical denim red-headed guys along with the bald and shirtless muscle guys start to gather directly in the path between the group and the stadium entrance. None of them approach, but they're also blocking the path completely through sheer numbers. They clearly know that they're doing it, too, sneering at the group and getting into a rather heated staredown with Blaze and Skate.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang's munching on a hotdog quite happily, a brow quirked at the gathering group of thugs and ne'er-do-wells. "They really didn't get the memo from the last two times huh?" she sasks noone in particular, asiding to Pramanix. "Open mouth, insert hotdog, bite down, chew, repeat." she throws a thumbs up, then deploys her gauntlets as she joins Skate and Blaze. "What's our plan then, cut a path to the stadium or try and find a way around?"
Hesinca Hesinca arrives on the scene via glowing floor tile, as usual.

She takes a moment to survey things - only a moment, though. Literally a moment. The 10' half horse half demon half demon half demon looks around... hot dog vendors? Eh. Mispelled graffiti? Of mild-to-low interest at best, because it's not teaching her any new curse words (Unless 'boo' means something different here). People sleeping on the benches? She can find that at home, and with worse people and better benches, to boot.

Someone about to eat a regrettable hot dog? Potentially mildly entertaining, or at least it will be in about six to eight hours, and Hesinca doesn't have enough patience to wait around for that much.

But... there.

The path to the stadium entrance. A bunch of similarly-garbed guys, making vaguely threatening gestures and positioning themselves in a vaguely intimidating way.

"Well, that didn't take long," she says, and then starts running, straight towards the cluster!

Her hooves slam into the ground as she runs, picking up speed, lowering her head and putting one shoulder forward...

"DON'T GET OUT OF MY WAY!" she yells in warning as she accelerates.

It's a warning because if she didn't get to trample them, that'd be disappointing. Nobody wants that.
Karlan Nobles     "No... There's more of them this time. But they're just-" Pramanix pauses briefly while replying to Yang as she eyes the hot dog after biting into it, furrowing her brow for a moment and digging right back in facefirst. "They're just standing there... Menacingly?" She shrugs, then turns slowly as she hears something particularly loud approaching.

    Pramanix has seen and worked with horse-like people before, but Hesinca is an oddity. Indeed, it doesn't seem like anyone was expecting her in the area, and her distinctly inhuman appearance draws long stares from the thugs, the vigilantes, and just about everyone that isn't the hot dog vendor.
    
    And then she straight up crashes her way into the crowd. Thankfully, the denizens of Wood Oak City are a hardy folk, and nobody gets pasted! Trampled and battered rather badly, sure, but nothing a good doctor can't fix given enough time. Max in particular laughs at the sight, starting to pick up speed himself while running for the stragglers.
    
    "Plan A works fine for me!" The wrestler bellows as he plows into another cluster of punks, knocking several of them over in the process. Blaze and Skate, meanwhile, focus on cleanup duty, catching up with Max easily and kicking the teeth in of several stragglers on the way to the stadium.
    
    Pramanix, meanwhile, is struggling a fair bit just to keep up. A paragon of physical fitness, she is not.
    
    As the group draws closer to the stadium, a trio of shirtless men with their hair tied in topknots and wearing identical, yet differently colored pants drop in front of the entrance. Without further warning, they launch themselves right at Yang, Hesinca, and Max with easily telegraphed, but inhumanly fast flying kicks. Max doesn't bother attempting to avoid the kick aimed at him and gets knocked flat on his back, only narrowly avoiding bowling into Skate and Blaze on the way!
Yang Xiao Long     Yang watches as Hesinca goes barreling past. "Who ordered the freight train in the form of a centaur?" she quips, before chasing. She does much like Max, and leaps into clusters, detonating her gauntlets on impact and sending out shockwaves of force to knock people over on their asses. She punches guys into other guys, and picks up one dude to hit another dude with.

    Then the three Bishie Shirtless Kicker Fighters come in, and one goes for her.

    A brace, a shift of feet and a crossing of gauntlet-clad arms intercepts the kick, knocking the huntress backward and digging furrows in the pavement. She grunts at the force of the strike, but tanks the momentum until the guy isn't moving her anymore. She grins behind her gauntlets, eyes case in shadows by her bangs. "My turn." She says, shifting to grab the guys leg and proceeding to YANG SMASH him like some kind of giant green rage monster to some kind of whiny deity.
Hesinca Hesinca charges on through. She's used to the stares, and honestly has gotten to enjoy the attention. She's the biggest thing here, and everyone should know it!

She slows to walking pace as the group comes closer to the stadium. "Oh, hey, color coded minibosses!" says Hesinca, who recognizes the arrangement as she herself is a card-carrying recurring midboss. "Great, I was looking for something a bit more sturdy to test this on!"

The telegraphed flying kick hits her in the side. She tanks it - at most, it dents her armor. "Okay, now... GEO... CHANGE!"

She lifts up a hoof and stomps it down. Beneath the ground, ley lines shift, being twisted and tugged and coalescing into brightly colored panels on the ground around her.

Red: No Melee Attacks

"Hah! There! Just try to attack me again!" calls Hesinca, in the middle of a sea of red panels, as she pulls out a gun and cocks it.
Karlan Nobles     Although the martial artists have considerably more power and speed behind their attacks compared to their more 80s styled cannon fodder, they're still ultimately just hired lackeys. The shirtless guy Yang grabs onto actually manages to withstand the first few swings into the ground, even getting as far as coiling around her arm like an MMA fighter trying to break someone's arm with their entire body! There's even several attempts to wrench her arm out of place, but alas...

    Momentum and physics prove to be too much for his struggle. The third slam puts the guy down, and the lesser drones at the entrance hold back from approaching.

    Hesinca's strange gambit doesn't quite appear to phase her color-coded guy at first. Brushing his nose off and letting out a stilted kiai like an off-brand master, he shuffles his feet around to try and throw her off before his actual attack, then lunges forward and...! Nothing. There's a visible strain as the martial artist's momentum slows to a crawl, trying out figure out what it is exactly that's stopping him from just kicking the centaur in the face.

    It's not like he can't kick that high. He just... can't. Between the sudden inability to kick and Hesinca cocking that gun, shirtless guy #2 throws his hands up before stepping aside to move towards one of the benches. "Whoa, hey. I only work here." He mutters in a distinctly more Brooklyn-ish accent.

    The third martial artist, meanwhile, takes quite a bit of work to subdue. Blaze and Skate do the bulk of the heavy lifting there, taking advantage of their superior numbers to strike him from multiple angles and forcing him on the defensive. A swift spin kick pushes them both back, but Max is already back on his feet and charges in at just the right time to raise, then slam the martial artist down tailbone-first on the wrestler's extended knee.

    It's only when the three entrance guards are unconscious, taking a break, or writhing in pain that Pramanix finally catches up, looking a little pale but otherwise less winded than before. "I need to... Go running more. Ah. The man with the jetpack said their 'guy' was inside, right? Let's.. Let's keep going."

    Upon entering the stadium, the path of most resistance and bodies will lead the group right into the field itself. The field is littered with more assorted gangsters hanging out, checking their chains, their knives, and their whips. By the pitcher's mound, there's a circle of people exchanging money while surrounding another pair gearing up for a knife fight.
Hesinca "Yeah, well, you're doing a shitty job at it," says Hesinca to the guy who went to sit on the bench.

Though as she turns away and proceeds inward, she's grinning. The geo-effect trick working, and more importantly it's working outside of her home worlds.

Some amount of fighting later, she reaches the inside of the stadium.

"... Oh, oh hey."

She zeroes in on the pitcher's mount, ignoring or trampling anything else in the way. "Hey! Having a knife fight? With *gambling*?"

"That's terrible, and you should feel terrible, and I approve and I've got fifty bucks on the guy with the blue vest."

She throws some money down.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang leaves the guy in the cracked little crater she made from hitting him with the floor. "Puny fightman." she grumbles, blinking her eyes back from red to lilac as she catches up with the others. "Man, you guys are out of shape, should probably work on some cardio." she jokes as she watches the trio take down their own martial artist.

    When Pramanix jogs up, she glances over. "Right, we'll get you on the Fast Track program, some bald guy swears by it. 100 pushups, 100 squats, 100 situps and a 10km run every day... or something like that."

    The blonde is clearly joking around, and enters the stadium with the others. "There's really no end to these guys is there? Not that I'm complaining, it's a change from beating up slavering shadow monsters that want to destroy civilisation." She glances at Hesinca when she puts money on the fight. "Why not just beat 'em up and take all their money? I mean, c'mon." she suggests.
Karlan Nobles     "Now now. I'm sure they weren't expecting centaurs and... Whatever that was." Pramanix replies after Hesinca's insult in some sort of vague reassurance to the man on the bench. He lets out an irritated grunt before getting up and walking off into the night, surely to never be seen again!

    "It's not every day our city gets taken over by some psychotic f... reak." Blaze, too, sounds rather irritated about something, and Skate's snickering at her almost-slip gets cut short when she gets to work taking the charge against the goons between the entrance and the knife-fight mound.

    The lucky ones just get flipped onto their backs or slammed onto the ground. The unlucky ones get stabbed several times with their own knives.

    "That much exercise? Oh, I wish I had that much free time after work. This alone is a workout already!" Pramanix laughs, but it's less of a haha-funny laugh and more of a haha-kill-me laugh. Nobody does, though, since the fight takes the group further into the stadium, and the steady stream of bodies gives Pramanix opportunities to get some exercise in ducking underneath swung chains and even returning fire with some conjured ice bricks.

    At least the goons at the knife fight are more accomodating. Blue vest puffs up his chest at the extra bet being placed on him while the mohawked guy in the red jacket sneers behind his nighttime sunglasses. The pair begin their duel in earnest, elbow-length blades clashing in the moonlight and the steady hum of stadium lighting.

    Alas, their audience is less receptive to the encroaching vigilantes, especially at the suggestion to just have /all/ of their money yoinked away. Once again, fighting breaks out with punks trying to surround the Elites and vigilantes to overwhelm them with sheer numbers!

    Also, fire. A particularly rotund pair of guys and matching red and blue overalls join the fray, leaping with far more speed, grace, and especially body weight than the martial artists had to try and crush their targets underneath them. While they're on their feet, meanwhile, they breathe gouts of flame! Somehow.
Hesinca "Oh come on, I wasn't going to do that (right away)," complains Hesinca as the possibility of just robbing the gamblers blind comes up.

And then the fighting starts again, the possibility of having a nice quiet illegal knife fight utterly dashed.

Hesinca, now, just simply wades into the fray - her armor and tough hide shielding her from blows as she just simply punches, kicks, and stomps through the melee.

At least, she does until the pair of large guys shows up. This doesn't give her much pause - at least, until they start breathing fire.

"Whoa!"

She grabs her handy shield, and holds it up to block the sudden stream of fire breath.

"DOOD! Not cool!" complains her shield.

"Shush," says Hesinca, who flings the prinny at whichever fire-breather is closest. The results are, shall we say, explosive.
Yang Xiao Long     "Hey, it was just a joke!" yips Yang as she hops away from some knife-wielding punk, only to dart back in and clobber him in the face. She ducks, weaves and hops around her attackers, letting some hit their comrades instead of her. A few manage to get a lucky strike or two in, golden Aura flaring under the strikes.

    As the large guys appear and start breathing fire, and being discount sumo wrestlers, she slams her gauntlets together, detonating a pulse of force, before starting to punch the air, aiming at the one not being attacked by Hesinca. Her gauntlets report with shotgun-like blasts, and spit out explosive balls of elemental explosives. "Fight fire with fire!" she crows, keeping up the barrage unless disrupted or her target goes down.
Karlan Nobles     Even as they face off with the ice, explosive penguin, and shotgun-fist wielding Elites, the fire breathers seem strangely calm about their capabilities. They do their damndest to be evasive as they fight, too, leaping away with each strike to stop themselves from getting too banged up all at once. They're looking to gain the upper hand through hit and run tactics while the remaining goons close in, but it doesn't work out quite so well for them.

    Pramanix's persistent ice arts put a significant damper on said goons trying to box them in, slowing them down or freezing them outright to the astroturf they're standing on. The vigilantes let loose with their own barrage of kicks, punches, and headbutts, and the explosive nature of the Prinny as well as the shotgun blasts being... Well, shotgun blasts mean that there's not enough targets for the fire-breathing pair to hide behind before they, too, get brought down.

    By the time the area around the pitcher's mound has been cleared of combat-capable thugs, there's not much in the way of clues of where to go next. While Skate and Max interrogate the knife-fighters off to the side during their intense (yet budget-limited) duel, Pramanix shoulders a pipe and stands at the pitcher's mound.

    "Is this the right stance?" Pramanix asks while lowering the pipe closer to her waist and holding it like a cricket bat.
    "Do we really have time for...? Higher." Blaze sounds annoyed, but entertains the snow leopard-y woman enough. As Pramanix taps the bath against the pitcher's mound, though, the ground begins to rumble. Indeed, a massive area around the mound starts to sink into the ground, revealing that it's actually an elevator!

    Naturally, the vigilantes and Pramanix all get into the middle, awaiting whatever it is that's going to happen as the elevator descends. As expected, the fighting continues in earnest within the elevator, with thugs dropping out of doors opening up on the walls as the elevator platform descends further underground. Martial artists dive downwards with flying kicks to wedge someone's face into their neck, bald guys dive downwards with pipes poised to crack someone's skull open, and denim vest guys dive downwards and promptly blow out their own kneecaps!
Yang Xiao Long     And so, after getting a bit singed and banged up by the fight topside, Yang joins the locals and Pramanix on the mound. "Hold it up over your shoulder, just behind your head." suggests Yang, picking another pipe up off the ground to demonstrate. She sets her feet apart, gets two hands on the pipe and holds it up behind her head, right-handed style. "Then you swing it and try to hit the ball when it comes." She takes the swing, and then drops the pipe as the elevator starts to descend. "WHOA!"
    And then more idiots come dropping in. "Close range is my territory!" she bellows, dipping and meeting one of those martial arts kickers with a rising uppercut, trailing flame-like embers from her fist as she goes. Her semblance starting to overflow with the repeated impacts, both from her own attacks, and the strikes that get through her defense.
Hesinca "Yeah, a bit higher. And then swing like you mean it. Here..."

Hesinca produces another prinny. "Practice on this thing."

"Wait, I'm not a ball, dood!"

She's interrupted by the elevator starting. "Oh, wasn't expecting this..."

And then more minions start coming in. Hesinca swings at the first few, but then gets frustrated. "Bah! There's not enough room to really move around in here. I'm taking a break. You all take care of it."

She drops a glowing floor tile on the ground, and then walks into it, disappearing. All that's left behind is a squadron of prinnies.

"Wait, is this our time to shine, dood?" asks one of the prinnies.

"It's our big chance, dood!"
"Let's show them what we've got, dood!"
"Let's beat 'em up, dood!"
"Let's mash 'em up, dood!"
"Let's stab them in the appendix, dood!"
"Empoleon."
"For glory and sardines, dood!"
"Let's knife fight it up, dood!"

The prinnies don't quite fare as well as the others, but they're certainly enthusiastic about elevator murder.
Karlan Nobles     Close range seems to be just about everyone's specialty, much to the chagrin of the thugs diving down to take on the Elites. Yang's anti-air breaks right through those diving kicks and pipes alike, and the sheer idea that anyone could get powered up by getting hit...

    Nobody's ever seen that sort of thing here. They just take it as a sign to hit harder and reap the consequences accordingly. There is much reaping to be done today, it seems.

    Hesinca would make for a better target, at least, and Pramanix even takes advantage of the centaur's size to evade some of the knife-wielders what with not being much of a close-range fighter and all. Unfortunately for Pramanix, Hesinca decides to disappear into a floor tile, and in her place are even more of the prinnies.

    These prove to be worse for the goons than for anyone else that isn't Pramanix. Max ends up being used as a meat shield there as the Prinnies are joined by Skate in their knife battle royale, and the skate-wearing teenager even takes a few cues from Blaze's knife-fighting techniques while Max looks on disapprovingly and Pramanix tries (and fails) to retain those baseball bat-swinging lessons.

    As the elevator starts to slow down, the group can hear a strange chattering noise. Once they reach the bottom, a wide door opens to a well lit, but incredibly dingy underground arena. Chain link fences separate the arena from the audience, the benches packed with shouting onlookers waving fistfuls of cash as they put in numerous bets that only grow more heated once they can actually see the Elites. The arena itself is covered in sand, the surface dotted with assorted knives and pipes along with a few boxes smelling of chicken and metal. There's even a few katanas lying around!

    "Lllllladies and gentlemen! Our main event has finally begun!" A voice rings out through the loudspeakers as the crowd starts going wild already. "On your left: Our reigning tag-team champions, the Supreme Battler Abadede and Zaaaaaaamza!"

    Another round of cheering echoes around the packed arena as a giant rivaling even Hesinca's height with biceps the size of Skate steps forward, wearing... Not much of anything beyond wrestling tights smaller than Max's and heavy steel boots with a distinctly red palette. He's followed by a much longer, but just as physically dominant man in a suit not unlike the flying ninja's from the bridge wielding long claws.

    "And in to your right, coming from the elevator... Elites from the surface! Get your bets in now people, because this about to become a bloodbath!" On cue, the tag-team champions charge right for the Elites coming out of the elevator. Abadede goes for a running clothesline at both sides to try and take the Elites' heads right off with sheer brute force. Zamza, meanwhile, runs along the arena walls before hurtling forward like some sort of spinning ball made of knives to try slicing right through them to cover Abadede's blind spots!
Hesinca Hesinca makes a reappearance. It looks like she had time to get her hair done up at the salon, and she's holding an ice cream cone in one hand.

She made a point of not asking if anyone else wanted one.

"Oh, it's an underground wrestling ring," says Hesinca. "Literally underground. Neat."

She eats some of her ice cream during the introductions... and then frowns after she's introduced. "What... hey! That introduction sucked!"

She throws her ice cream at the announcer.

"... And that guy! What's with that guy! He's not allowed to be that big!"

Abadede comes in with a clothesline. He's met with Hesinca - just mindlessly charging in, angrily trying to punch him in the face, heedless of the hits she's repeatedly racking up!
Yang Xiao Long     Yang continues to take a beating, a knife slips through her Aura, leaving slash across her cheek, drooling blood down her face. A pipe smashes into the back of a knee, sending her down for a brief moment. As thugs pile atop her, she looks like she's going down for good... until the entire pile pops like a balloon made of people, sending bodies every-which-way.

    The elevator reaches the bottom, and the blonde brawler steps out of it, goes right for the little ninja guy at the other side and starts punching. No quips, no jokes, just rage-fueled fury and lots of explosive punches. She doesn't even seem to care if she misses most of her hits, each one slowly becoming more and more potent, the blast-zone expanding and soon digging up furrows in the floor or the arena, and threatening to punch holes in the protective walls.
Karlan Nobles     That ice cream gets a few glances from Skate, Pramanix, and a large number of the audience members. The announcer gets a very close look at the ice cream! Thankfully, he's also wearing shades indoors, so he just gets blinded instead of ants.

    "Looks like SOMEBODY's got a case of the Mondays! On Tuesday!" Naturally, the announcer is met with boos.

    Abadede does not get to look at ice cream. he doesn't even cut a promo or anything despite his appearance, busy as he is trying to pound everyone into the dirt. He takes those punches head on, only seeming to grow fiercer and angrier as he returns fire, barraging the centaur with his own mighty chops, headbutts, and even slamming his feet into the ground to try tossing her overhead with his freakish strength!

    Zamza, meanwhile, ends up taking on the rest of the group, but he's better equipped for dealing with multiple targets. With catlike agility and ninja-like bullshit, he never stays in one place. One moment, the clawed ninja is zipping towards a wall after hurling Skate across the arena. The next moment, he's popping out of the sand feet-first to launch Blaze into the air. Before Max can turn around, he's already raking those claws across the (allied) wrestler's arm and lunging for Yang. Yang's explosive strikes are met with a whole lot of weaving and dashing around to avid taking a direct hit, but the size of those explosions seem to be keeping the ninja at bay before he can get in a really good stab in with those claws.

    "Looks like we've split into a one on one and a four versus one! Keep that money flowing, because this could go to anybody! Who's going to be eating dirt, and who's going to be keeping all their organs inside by the end of thenight? Find out... After these messages!"

    The fighters don't let up, of course, even if the announcer seems ready to. If anyone actually looks towards him instead of focusing on the fight, they'll see him talking into a headset. Pramanix certainly notices, though, and she slips off along the wall of the arena while everyone's busy trying to kill each other!
Hesinca Hesinca punches, and kicks, and stomps, and throws her weight around...

... And she's taking lots and lots of punishment, for it. She doesn't have many gimmicks in an out-and-out brawl, so when she meets someone who's matching her strengths it becomes a slugfest of attrition.

And then she gets picked up and thrown.

"Ah- hey, what-" is all she gets out, before hitting the ground hard.

With a bit of exhaustion, she staggers to her feet. "Ugh... Okay. I've had it. I've had enough of you!"

"Thinking you can treat me like that..."

She raises a hoof. "I think it's time someone shut you up for good!"

"GEO CHANGE!"

Blue: Silence

Specifically, the only blue panels are in and around the announcer's booth.

"Okay, that's better."

And *then* she charges back in to resume the slow battle of attrition!
Yang Xiao Long     "Hold still so I can BEAT YOUR ASS WITH YOUR FACE!" bellows Yang, whiffing one final swing, before seeming to 'snap' and detonating on the spot. Eyes shift red, and her hair bursts into golden flames. The moment after this happens, she shifts and SLAMS her fist into the floor, firing a pulse of Aura-boosted Dust into the ground, launching a shockwave out in all directions.
Karlan Nobles     Somehow, that silence field on the announcer has the crowd cheering even harder. For who is probably obvious already.

    In a one on one battle, Hesinca might just have her work cut out for her against a foe like Abadede. He has the power, size, and even speed to be a mighty foe against anyone in a straight up fight, and he's even backed up by a wildly agile ninja with people-bisecting claws. Luckily for her, howevwer, this is not a one-on-one battle.

    This is a battle where things can and already are changing moment to moment. The shockwave from Yang's fist blasts not only Zamza off the ground, but actually manages to stagger Abadede long enough for Hesinca to start getting the upper hand in their battle of punchies. The momentum shift is enough to start putting Abadede on the back foot, and the vigilantes are adjusting rapidly ninja's tactics without having to worry about what's going on with the giant wrestler!

    Eventually, persistence, punching, and grabbing weapons off the floor pays off, and Zamza is the first to go down, soon followed by Abadede without the faster fighter keeping everyone from dogpiling him into submission. The crowd's already going wild with mixed boos and cheers, likely from bets going every which way, but there's no time for the Elites to celebrate just yet.

    "Alright, kiddos! Enough with this showboating bullshit. I know what you're really after!" The announcer's voice comes from the other side of the arena as he pushes a wheelchair along with one hand. He has a gun in his other hand pressed to the temple of an older moustached man in the wheelchair who looks dazed and barely able to even get up from where he's sitting. "You're looking for this guy, yeah? The one Jet squealed about?"

    Naturally, Blaze, Max, and Skate all give each other confused looks as they try to sort out.
    "Jet...?"
    "Did we...?"
    "I think he means that guy from the br-"
    "The bridge! Yeah, he mentioned-"
    "He said they had a doctor, right?"
    "Yeah, but he never said his-"

    A gunshot is fired into the ceiling, and the announcer brings that gun right back to the old man's head, sounding and looking incredibly displeased. "His name was Jet, yes! Now if you don't want the doc's brain splattered all over the walls, then you better JET on outta here!"

    The audience boos again, and then it starts erupting into cheers abruptly. The announcer's grin grows wider, and he points his gun at the Elites. "So what'll it-"

    The crowd goes wild once more as a loud crash of hollow metal rings through the arena and the announcer goes down with blood running down from the back of his head. The doctor looks down and over at the fallen announcer, then back and up at a startled Pramanix while she glances between the announcer and the pipe in her hand.

    "... So that's how that feels."
Hesinca "..."

Hesinca grabs a towel from a prinny and starts cooling down.

"I'm gonna be honest, I have zero idea what it is we're doing here. I just saw a fight about to go down and started throwing in.
Karlan Nobles     "... Really? Well! The light of Karlan was shining on us today, then, for you to fight with us rather than against us." Pramanix chuckles while dropping that pipe to the side a bit too hastily, trying to reassure the vigilantes and distract herself from what just happened. "Long story short... The mayor's the leader of a crime syndicate plotting to do something with a thing we found in a truck. Also, he kidnapped this boy's brother."

    She gestures at Skate. "Did I get that right?" Each of the locals nod. "As for what it is we found, we came here to find this man I think." She gestures at the old man in the wheelchair next who still seems ready to pass out.

    "We'll figure thato ut later. For now, get home, rest up, and we'll..." Blaze starts, glancing at the audience members who are still making quite a bit of noise, but starting to settle down now that the fight's over and their money is getting distributed. Without the announcer to rile them up with inane commentary and awful puns, they're actually fairly calm already.

    "... We'll keep in touch once we figure out where to go from here."