Adrian remained deathly quiet as he listened intently, "That's... pretty damn brutal," Adrian looked back to the last spot he saw the girl disappear from. "Hard to believe that girl could be so... brutal."
Benjamin began laughing hysterically at Willow's description of events. "This is a prime example why heroes and their minions shouldn't go to the villain arena! They'll need a fresh change of diapers later!"
Adrian shook his head at Lydia and Benjamin, "I still wouldn't underestimate her. The most vicious, effective beasts and predators are the ones you overlook or don't see until it's too late."
"Oh, please. How about we ask a villain or minion then about yesterday's match then? Surely they'd remember such a bloody battle."
"Well, it might be more than we're currently getting out of Willow..." Adrian looked over to Benjamin, "Alright, let's see if they know anything, after the match."
"I'm telling you," Benjamin began as he made his way toward the villain arena. "The lad just needs a new pair of pants. Nothing to worry about!"
Adrian looked back over to Willow, "We'll talk about this later," and with that Adrian followed behind Benjamin.
Adrian and Benjamin made their way to the villain arena, and Adrian and Benjamin pushed past the crowd of villains and minions surrounding them to get a better look at the arena. In the middle of the arena stood Veronica and Frank, and to their left posed a small blonde boy with curly hair and frail arms and build, but he stood proud on top of his platform labeled number one. However, the most peculiar, and possibly disturbing thing about him was that his lips were sown tightly together.
"He's the number one? Not what I expected," said Adrian.
"Me neither. His name is 'S.B.'"
"What does 'S.B.' stand for?"
"Bloody hell if I know. He won't say," Benjamin responded with a giggle.
To S.B.'s right stood a slouched boy with shaggy hair, old, dirtied clothing, and bewildered expression on his face. He looked normal, but he didn't seem to mentally be there at the present moment. He stood on the platform labeled three.
"He looks like you if you didn't have all you money."
"Don't even joke about that."
Finally, to S.B.'s right stood a short, ordinary looking girl with short, brunette hair, pale skin, and brown eyes.
"Tell us, Sleeper," Veronica began as held the microphone up to the boy on S.B.'s left. "Will you challenge the fearless Ghost in combat? Or will you... sleep this one out?"
"Huh?" he said, momentarily confused about where he was. "Oh... Uh..." He stood there for a moment, with a gaping mouth and blank look on his face, then Sleeper collapsed to the ground and began snoring, and medics rushed out to take him away.
"Well, I suppose that answers my question, Frank!"
"It certainly does, Veronica!" Frank said before moving over to the girl on S.B.'s left. "Well, what about you, Disappearance? Plan on whisking away? Or do you plan on staying to fight?"
Disappearance and spoke into the microphone held to her mouth, "I do. I challenge you, S.B., for your first rank." The crowd cheered loudly at this.
"Well folks, looks like we have a match on our hands! Who's ready to rumble?!" The crowd cheered even lowered as Frank rallied the crowd to cheer louder.