PiePillager
Chojin
"I believe he makes his home in the sewers!" Kipsang answered, raising an eyebrow at Donavan as he returned. It seemed as if something was bothering him, but there was time to ask just what it was later. "He hides in wait as his owner lures unsuspecting fighters into locations where Bek cannot be seen. and that is when he strikes! Certainly a unique way to face your foes but surely he knows it cannot last forever. Perhaps he intended only to reveal his ploy once the preliminaries were over?" Kipsang shrugged, lifting a canteen from his gi's inner pockets and shaking it slightly, only to sigh in disappointment at its emptiness.
"We do know he had assistance with his schemes from the tournament's organizers, but from what I had last heard, his luck was running out," Kipsang mused, rubbing his chin before chuckling, "Perhaps that will make him more desperate? Eheheheheh!"
***
"How do you feel about that folks?!" the reporter turned to the camera. "Seems these fighters look out for each other! A rare commodity in this tournament! And perhaps a welcome one! There are many honorable warriors in this tournament but there's also no shortage of cutthroats out for themselves! It's good to have folks you can rely on!"
The other reporter, who had been silent up until now, suddenly chimed in with, "And what about their beef with Bek! Can you believe that folks?! I certainly can't! Bek's one of the top contenders! Not many get away unscathed from a confrontation with him!"
"That's about all the time we'll have today folks! Stay tuned, we'll have some kick-ass fights coming up for you soon! And hopefully, we'll get a chance to interview these warriors again sometime!" the first reporter stated, winking at the camera. With the interview now over, the two reporters shook Connor and Rivera's hands. The first one grinned as she began to head out the door. "Thanks for the interview! I'd talk more but, we have more fighters to talk to!"
"I'm gonna stay behind for a bit! Get 'em to sign a few papers!" the cameraman informed the two reporters who happily nodded before exiting the conference room. He walked up to Connor and Rivera with a clipboard. "Now let's see here uh...where the hell'd I put my pen...?" he questioned as he patted his pockets. "Ah..." he grinned. "Here we go."
A gun was pointed at Connor and Rivera, the cameraman smiling smugly as he waved it back and forth between the two of them. "Now, now....ain't no need to get upset or nothin'. This is just insurance, see? To make sure you don't go running back to your friends. I just wanna talk to you two about your good 'ol pal, Bek."
"We do know he had assistance with his schemes from the tournament's organizers, but from what I had last heard, his luck was running out," Kipsang mused, rubbing his chin before chuckling, "Perhaps that will make him more desperate? Eheheheheh!"
***
"How do you feel about that folks?!" the reporter turned to the camera. "Seems these fighters look out for each other! A rare commodity in this tournament! And perhaps a welcome one! There are many honorable warriors in this tournament but there's also no shortage of cutthroats out for themselves! It's good to have folks you can rely on!"
The other reporter, who had been silent up until now, suddenly chimed in with, "And what about their beef with Bek! Can you believe that folks?! I certainly can't! Bek's one of the top contenders! Not many get away unscathed from a confrontation with him!"
"That's about all the time we'll have today folks! Stay tuned, we'll have some kick-ass fights coming up for you soon! And hopefully, we'll get a chance to interview these warriors again sometime!" the first reporter stated, winking at the camera. With the interview now over, the two reporters shook Connor and Rivera's hands. The first one grinned as she began to head out the door. "Thanks for the interview! I'd talk more but, we have more fighters to talk to!"
"I'm gonna stay behind for a bit! Get 'em to sign a few papers!" the cameraman informed the two reporters who happily nodded before exiting the conference room. He walked up to Connor and Rivera with a clipboard. "Now let's see here uh...where the hell'd I put my pen...?" he questioned as he patted his pockets. "Ah..." he grinned. "Here we go."
A gun was pointed at Connor and Rivera, the cameraman smiling smugly as he waved it back and forth between the two of them. "Now, now....ain't no need to get upset or nothin'. This is just insurance, see? To make sure you don't go running back to your friends. I just wanna talk to you two about your good 'ol pal, Bek."