"This is why I hate stadiums; there's always a line at the bathrooms" mumbled Magellan.
He had tried intimidating people into letting him move to the front of the line, but they seemed unimpressed by threats. Not that surprising considering the odd men, women, and sundry others he had seen struting around the place; when it come down to it, he was one of the more normal looking people in the place. Terrifying thought that.
Magellan decided to give up and find another bathroom. As he walked, he muttered to himself. "Now, where did Hannybal say those other bathrooms were again?" He followed Hannybal's directions carefully and walked right out into the middle of the arena. Several of the zombies assigned as stagehands swarmed up to him to direct him out of the arena when a loud voice rang out.
"Leave him. I gotta score to settle with this guy."
"Jambarl, is that it? How's the Rosward family pet doing these days?"
Jambarl shook his head. "I ain't going back to them." He began to circle his opponent warily.
"We'll see about that. The World Government decides what's best for its convicts, not you." With that, Magellan lunged towards his opponent.
Who will prevail?
(Intro by Ubiq)