Round 1 Veteran: Steppenwolf Orlouge Vs Taste Of Treason

[Steppenwolf Orlouge]

I stood with a smile and walked towards Cellar Door, grabbing her in a big bear hug and lifting her off of the ground before setting her back upon it. There was a joyous feeling in the pite of my stomach, as if I had just ate my fill of my favorite food. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began to walk towards the exit, when a monk appeared before us.

His bald head glistened in the light, and his squinty eyes glared at us, not very pleased with the way that things had worked out between Cellar and I. “Lord Orlouge, Miss Door, “ he said in a very thick eastern Akashima accent, “I am afraid that a winner must be declared between the two of you before we can allow you to leave. I am sorry, but that is the rules of the Magus Cup.”

I sighed, shifting my eyes as I took a step back, waving for Cellar to come towards me. “Well, you heard the man kid. Hit me with your best shot.”

Cellar nodded, winding up a punch and slamming it square into my arm. The blow did not hurt, but I fell to the ground anyways, my eyes closed. I could hear the monk above me sigh and declare Cellar the winner. I could tell he knew I was faking the blow; anyone who had been in the audience would have seen the bad acting on my part. Regardless, we succeeded in fulfilling the condition for the Magus Cup. As the arena disappeared, I stood up again, waving off the various monks coming forward to help me.

"Now then, its about time we were getting to know you," I smiled as I walked out with Cellar, humming the same tune she had been vocalizing.