On one of the bleachers, a man in a yellow coat sat, his feet on the back of the empty seat ahead of him as he ate one of the malted chocolates he'd bought at the concessions. The duels were kind of running together, but they'd get to him eventually- and just participating in the tournament would be free advertising for Ghoul's Night! He thumbed through the Unlivestock, nodding at each that came up. This was going to be a tough run, but something about the adorable little zombies got to him.