The twelfth day of the competition started. As many seated they silently raised their hopes for the match. Nothing had truly satisfied them yet!
The hologram man appeared, he looked at the crowd. He was a little upset at the lack of reaction, but he put his hopes into these matches, "Is everyone ready for the battle of six?!"
The crowd cheered, but not with nearly as much energy as the first time. The hologram man's face flickered with disappointment, but he still raised a hand, "Who will be the first contenders?!"
The boxes spun until the names were set.
Six Lights
Steep Cliff
There was some slight murmurs, but nothing crazy.
The hologram man continued, "And the Arena?!"
Arena:
Glory To Fighters
The hologram merely nodded, "Let the match. . ."
He swung his hand down, "Begin!"
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Wrock massaged his shoulders, "Alright finally!"
