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Henrietta would quickly try to slip away before anyone noticed that the super hero, Spectre Girl, was doing nothing about the theft. Well, only Eunmi would probably say anything.

Edit: Also, because she was dressed just like Leonarda, one of the robbers

((I hope we can start the next round soon))

((Got permission for this))

Before Robert could fall from the struggle of holding up Salieri’s weight, the kick landed onto his face, mildly concussing the fighter with it’s force. He was knocked up and stumbled backwards, letting go of Salieri while he did so. The Battle Girl spun in the air from her horizontal positon, landing feet first and spinning back into an upright stance.

Yep, it’s decided. Definitely a sandwich, she thought while walking casually up to the stunned Robert as she made her hand flat and put the tips of her fingers to Robert’s chest. I saw a café down the street, I wonder if that’s open today. Would they have good food?

She shrugged, then looked up to Robert. “Better luck next time, dude,” she said with a smirk on her face, before nonchalantly delivering her next line. “One Inch Punch.”

Her flat hand turned into a fist, which throttled forward with immense power at only an inch from Robert’s chest. The One Inch Punch sent the blue haired fighter flying, and he landed out of the ring onto his back in the wrecked bleachers. The countdown began, but it was deemed unnecessary when one of the few daring referees that was still around declared him unconscious. Sal had won by knock out.

Of course, she wasn’t really listening to the announcement. She knew she had won the moment she stepped into the ring. There had never been any doubt in her mind. Fighting was her profession. This was just another day at work. And now she earned herself a break from her job until the next round. Which would be used to go get some food.

“Hey you! Superhero girl!” she called out to Henrietta, who was attempting to quietly escape. Sal got out of the ring and walked over to her, stretching her arms above her head while she did so. “Do you know where I can get a sandwich-"

It was now dawning on her that there basically wasn't a dojo anymore. She spun around, taking in the wreckage that surrounded them. When had that happened?

"...what the ********?"

While the "heist" of the egg took place, Avan spoke with Baku of the tournament; explaining to the Pokemon, who seemed to think the boy had just been holding back his true "skills" in the 'almost year' they had been traveling together, that his win was only a fluke. In fact, he wouldn't have won if it wasn't for his opponent being such a priss and tagged out after having only tripped over himself, something the boy was very use to doing himself. In all honesty, Avan would have acted the same way if his face was put in danger. He was just like that.

The two argued back and forth about Avan wanting to just throw the next match and give up before if could even start; while surely looking insane on the boys part for arguing with a Pokemon. Avan saw what that Bill character had done to the woman he fought. If he would do that to a girl, there was no hope for the young boy. Baku insisted he see it through. Plasma had to pay; but then again, neither of the two knew exactly who was in Plasma. Their prime suspects were the large man in the robe, Gorm, and the one he fought against, Zack. Their only basis was that the two were extremely powerful fighters, strong enough to bring down a dojo. Such reckless release of power was surely what brought down the Dreamyard. According to the Munna anyways. That said, if Gorm had publicly announced he was associated with Plasma in anyway, Avan did not notice. He was just absent minded like that sometimes and never really paid attention to things he wasn't focused on.

However, when the next match begins, Baku would be tucked away within his Pokeball and not get to see Avan just give up. That way, later he can just say he lost and all would be hunky-dory.

Oh, and did I mention Avan was quite upset, not mad mind you, he never really got mad, when he found out that the Eunmi that was entered in the tournament was not the same one as the girl who had told him her name just the other day? Yeah, there was that. She had lied. The name sounded very exotic and rare, and the chances of two people having that particular name in the same city was low. In his opinion anyways. Maybe he'd confront her about it. Maybe not. Avan wasn't the type to just start confrontations with people; him usually being on the receiving end of things like that (sex joke? maybe? -shrug-). But he'd definitely have to say something. He'd have to be casual, sneaky in his attempt. Though he could plan it all he wanted, chances are there was no way in hell it was going to play out the way it did in his head.

As for the egg prize being stolen...Avan couldn't care less. It wasn't like he had any hope of getting it to begin with.

*

Across the way N and Gorm spoke to each other, and Baku being the observant and "level-headed" Pokemon he was took notice of this when he did and with out hesitation or noticed rushed the two. He'd try to take a surprise attack at the large man, who he didn't even know for sure did it. Avan went after the Pokemon and returned him just before the Munna could initiate an attack. The whole thing just looked like a Pokemon was coming quickly at the two. Avan stood about ten feet away embarrassed. Surely the two had noticed. Avan approached Gorm, feeling forced to apologize on Baku's behalf, eyeing the green-haired boy next to him as he did, and in the few seconds it took to close the ten foot gap, came up with what he thought was a rock-solid excuse for the behavior of his Pokemon.

"Ah- Sorry about that..." Avan tucked away the Pokeball in his short's pocket; a pair he bought that morning specifically for the tournament. "This little one." The boy patted his pocket, "Had seen your match and was so impressed by your display of power...that he wanted to get your autograph."

I'm a ******** genius. Thought Avan, neglecting to consider how ludicrous that must have sounded.

(wow um, really really sorry that this is coming so late.)

Before the destruction of the Arean~

It was his turn, his name was called but he feet wouldn't move. the cause, Stage fright, 'I didnt even know i HAD Stage fright' thought the youth as he managed to make his legs move up and out of the waiting area towards the.

Just as the Silver haired boy exited he was met with his own mother Having to be restrained by 4...No 7 guards. "NO! there is absolutely no way in hell im letting my baby fight against people twice his size. remove your hands from me at once you buffoons! Letting a twelve year old boy fight, honestly!" she yelled while knocking three of the Seven guards flat on there assess. 'I would hate to go up against her...' he thought as he walked up to her. "Takamaru! how could even think of doing something like this! you'll get hurt!" she said with a mixture of love and worry. "Mama, ill be fin-" Tk couldn't finish because he was cut off "No, i cant allow you to take part in this-" this time it was his mother whom was cut off. "- I already paid the entry fee." Tk flat out stated. his mother stopped resisting and was speechless for she was an avid believer in 'you get what you pay for' both theoretically and literally. Before his mother could speak again the young boy walked up to her, "Mama, our Pokemon fight all the time, they get injured and most of us think nothing of it because they can be healed. this time its my turn to right and to become stronger. im not doing this for the prize's, im doing it to prove something to my self, that people and Pokemon CAN get stronger together" finished Takakmaru as he hugged his still silent mother then walked away, a chant of "Go go Taka~" issued by his little sister in the back ground, she was joined by various others around her drawn in by her cuteness for no one can resist the the charms of an innocent baby girl. '...Be safe' Mai thought as she re-took her seat next to Hikari and Ookami.

Takamaru had lost his sense of stage fright in what had just occurred. he was now standing on the other Side of the wring face to face with a....a clown?! 'what the...?' though he was surprised Tk knew better than to underestimate his opponent, he was taking in mental notes of the man standing across from him from head to toe, thinking up various strategies for combat that he had read from the book he checked out last night.

The man didn't look large or tank like so Tk doubted he would charge in straight off the bat. before the fight would start Tk would incline his head ever so slightly, not taking his eyes off the harlequin "G...Good Luck" God did he hate clowns..

"A pen?" N kept it cool while he pretended to search his pockets for a writing utensil. But he knew he didn't have one. I never even thought of bringing a pen to a martial arts competition. This was not part of my calculations.

If I do not produce a pen, this man may know that I am not being sincere. It won't take much to cause questioning at this stage. I'll just have to keep going under these circumstances.

"I, um, seem to have misplaced my pen," N told Gorm, looking flustered. He turned to Avan. "Do you have a pen?"

The eight matches had come to an end and in that time the dojo had fallen and the prize had been stolen. Logically, you'd at least put the tournament on hold. However, there was a burst of laughter from the, er, where the doors used to be.

"That was great!" shouted Lenora. In her hand was an egg, not the egg from before, but a new egg. "I'd personally like to see the winner."

She'd then go on to explain that, even if John Masters wanted to put an end to the tournament, she'd be donating a new egg for the prize, as well as a donation of cash enough to professionally rebuild and reinforce the dojo.

"Instead of fighting here, I think we should go to Challenge Rock."

And with that announcement, they'd avoid totally ruining the rest of John's dojo and Lenora would lead everyone to Challenge Rock.

Where the second rounds would begin.

"Ciao, Spectre-" Eunmi only just noticed the girl was gone. She sighed and staggered upright, stretching her arms up to the sky.

"Onward to Challenge Rock, I suppose."

And so eventually the teenager would find herself at the place she needed to be, opposite her opponent. She rose her hands to tighten her ponytail, which had come loose during her last match, and then got a good look at who her opponent was. Takamaru.

"He's... like 10." Eunmi looked at him blankly, her brow rising as she dropped her stance.

"Uh, I know they let kid's be trainer's at your age, but..." Eunmi started, but held her tongue. No, don't be rude.

But honestly, the way this tournament was set up was very strange. No weight or age divisions - she expected someone more like Salieri to be her opponent. Not an obese kid and a child.