[h1][center][color=gray]Moros Vorsickle[/color][/center][/h1]
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A jump in schedule? Ah well, that was alright as long as it made things shorter. Moros finished off the homemade pie he'd taken from home with home and stepped onto the arena floor, pole in hand and Lefay beside him, imitating his movements and shape with such precision that one may be confused as to which one was real, if either were at all. Ring one right? Yeah that was it. With nothing else to do Moros silently waited for the battle to start. Quarter finals. If he managed to somehow win this then he could say he'd made it to the finals. Mother wouldn't be too disappointed then. Yeah, he should probably shoot for that. On the other hand just saying he made it to quarter finals shouldn't break her heart...