Phoenix refuses to.

The tournament begins.
First is Friday vs Jolt (NPC).
Neva begins to watch the tournament.

(I'm not going to because I want all of our characters entering to get in because these are qualifiers.))

Pluto watched as two older and better duelers worked. Pluto stared intently, studying their movements. After a few moments a man leaned over starting to flirt with her. "Hey, sweetheart, enjoying the show?" , He rasped, causing Pluto to look at him, a grossed out look.
"What go you want?" , She growled, her slugs wearing the same face as her.
"Well, darling, you." , He smiled greedily. Pluto tried to move away, getting her hand caught in an iron grip. "Oh, come on, darling." , the man said roughly. "No one says no to Russle.
(Drama~ not sorry.)


When the match started Friday was the first to fire. There was a hum causing the kid in front of him to yawn and then fire flip who slammed into the slinger. But the kid wasn't done yet.

From in front of him Russle was hit by a flooper in the face. Camile snuck up to where Pluto was without much difficulty and pointed to his blaster at the man who grabbed Pluto, "I suggest letting her go my frostcrawler has quiet the temper and so do I."



Neva watches the duel intently.

(Got it.)

Pluto jumped when Sly flew by, hitting the dude. He had let go of her wrist; she seathed, rubbing her wrist. When the man saw Camile he grumbled a few curses and stumbled off. "That's going to bruise." , She muttered before hugging Camile. "Oh my goodness, thank you!" , Pluto whispered, clearly scared. Her slugs chirped, looking up at her.

Friday dodged the tazerling, shooting his pieper at the dude again, causing him to stumble back, almost falling into the lava pit bellow. The dark haired male stuck his hand out, pulling him back to safety. "WINNER, FRIDAY MILES!" , A man called, winking at the brown skinned young man who won the duel.

"You okay," Camile asks as he grabs Sly.
You alright, Sly jumps over to Pluto and starts rubbing up against her.
Pity I didn't get to let that jerk have a taste of Ice Cavern pain, Blizzard grumbles.
"You really need to get your blaster fixed," Camile goes back to his icy deminer, "or at least use this for a while." He presses a small handmade sling into her hand, "it can't fire like a blaster or hit volasity but it packs a punch. Looks like Friday won."

(The poor Cinnabread baby.)
Pluto nodded, sniffling. She pet the flopper, cracking a smile. "I will, It's in the shop right now." , She murmured.
*If the blaster was fixed I would have blown that old man into dust.*, Squish chirped in an angered tone.
She took the sling, looking it over. "Thanks, Cam." , Pluto said quietly, looking up when she heard Friday had won and watched as he was pulled up out of the cavern and congratulated.

"I don't know whose next but I suggest going someplace safe," Camile speaks, "or stick with someone you know that has a blaster. And if that guys is the same duel as me I will cream him for you then let you finish him off if you want."
Sly purrs.

"Alright." , She replied, whipping a tear from her eye. "I'm still going go watch you duel though." , Pluto promised, covering up her fear with her peppy personality again. She watched as Friday walked off to somewhere. "Please cream him into the dirt, I don't care if I don't get to finish him off, then that would be bad on our part." , She chirped.

Camile smirked, "Will do. Until then be careful okay?" Camile began to walk away then relized Sly wasn't with him, "Sly we have to get ready for the duel."
Sly sigh, Of course.