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[grunehexe]

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

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[asscan]

[It's incredibly windy out, howling in fact, and Laedo is on his last round of patrols to pick up anyone who was trailing behind and couldn't make it to shelter in time--or who was too stubborn to seek shelter for her or himself.

That is why in delayed moment, the askan's voice is booming.]

WHO WON?!

[grunehexe]

[Woah, loud- oh well, makes sense. That wind is louder.]

It is still in progress- shall I narrate?

[asscan]

[There's only the howling of the wind for some seconds and Laedo considers his prospects. It's either a slog to the temporary shelter in relative silence, or this pre-teen's narration of sweaty, meaty men fighting it out for dominance.


...The pickings are slim, here.

Finally he answers,] Yes, there are those of us who wish to hear the results. Is there a challenger lined up for the winner?

[grunehexe]

[They've got to take what they can, at this point...]

I do believe Ban seemed interested... he is quite strong, so that could escalate things-

[An "ooh" from the audience indicates someone might be gaining]

Oh- my, this contest is quite long for this type of show of strength, I thought for a moment the fellow with the metallic arm would gain the upperhand, but Achilles has regained it-

[Wait, why didn't he use the metal one... Fairness?]

[asscan]

Ban?! [Laedo scoffs, heartened.] Has he been given enough alcohol to grow daft once again? You may wish to establish a perimeter; he's more than he seems.

[But he tries not to speak for long--he's heard the crowd through the jewel and he's ultimately very sore that he's missing out on this. The bluff into which most of the team have taken shelter is within sight... if it weren't so desperately miserable out here he could fly within five minutes, but he's keeping low to the ground and trudging, wings tucked and ears flat to his skull and neck.]

Is Achilles making any great speech?!

[grunehexe]

I do not believe he needs to be drunk to find the idea of such a contest appealing...

[He seems to be Down either way, sometimes... sober Ban was... a special thing.]

- Actually, no. I do believe he is concentrating, which means this opponent must be quite strong. Have you spoken with him- he is new, yes?

[asscan]

Yes, well, he arrived some time before we arrived on this barren planet... Something of a marksman, glossing his weapons of war, mentioning something to the effect of training others to do likewise. Shooting, I remember, though I never had a chance to meet him face to face.

[Still, Laedo remembers spending time with Achilles in the flesh, back when the idea of slipping into a pool of water sounded relaxing, not repugnant as his efforts in the swamp had soured him. That the newcomer should challenge the son of Pelleus thusly is intriguing!]

What is this one's name again?

[grunehexe]

People are saying it is McCree...

[But a sudden swell in audience noise has SieglInde distracted]

Oh, oh- we may soon have a winner... !

[asscan]

[Damn this harsh wind back to Zenite's blustering sphincter--Laedo wasn't going to make it back in time.]

Well don't just hold out on me, girl, speak up!

[grunehexe]

Achilles may just cle-

[Oh, wait-]

Or, wait, perhaps not, this "McCree" has regained-

[NO, WAIT-]

No, Achilles has succeeded!

[asscan]

[No offense, McCree, but Laedo's not shocked when a man whose muscles are as big as his words wins the day. He chuffs a noise of support mostly lost to the wind.]

Thank you for the updates, Sieglinde. I am in sight of the cavern system, and the last of the team who can not handle the storm have been brought back. I'll be there shortly.

[grunehexe]

You may be able to make the second round.

[asscan]

[Now that is a tempting prospect, and Laedo gives a chuckle of appreciation.]

Can I leave it in your hands to stall them until I arrive?

[grunehexe]

I will do my best.