Day Two: Morning

[Talys]

Talys wore a wicked grin as he danced and dodged between buildings down the streets of the city. Finally the thrill he had been waiting for! Much of his body was bruised from the fall and his breath came in short, ragged bursts. The irony taste of blood pierced his tongue. Injuries made his body weak, but his mind strong. He was alive!

"I'll have to 'thank' Uno when I get the chance," he chuckled, spitting a mouthfull of blood out at the base of a tree as he broke the city limits, "and that saiya-jin too. . .But it's a little late to 'thank' him. . ."

So that was a 'Super Saiya-jin'. . .interesting. . .and I survived it! The crazed warrior laughed loudly as he continued his dash, the industrial area fading behind him.

The laughter grew to an uncontrollable point of insanity at which the odd fellow lost control and broke into a reprise of his earlier song.

"I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was! To catch them is my real test! To train them is my - Fuck!"

Talys ran face first into a tree, causing his nose to bleed.

"Ow, fuck!" He massaged his bleeding nose in pain. "Fuck. . .just a little more alive right? Fuck. . ."

The competitor collapsed at the foot of the tree. No matter how thrilling the pain was, he needed to catch his breath to survive. A quick glance around his surroundings stirred recent memories. The tree and clearing that Talys found himself seated in was quite similar to that in which he slept early the day before. The only real difference was the absence of the endless expanse of blue that signified Dante's separation from the world.

"Haha, this tournament can be almost frighteningly peaceful when no one is around," He let out a sight and gazed up towards the sky for a moment. "Oh, speaking of which. . .I wonder what all my 'friends' are up to."

Talys reached into his pouch and pulled out the prize of his most recent assault. The eager soul pushed several buttons in succession and was rewarded as many shimmering lights shone upon his face.

"One little, two little, three little victims. . .Now my fun can start."

The youth's laughter kicked back in this time. . .one could not help but feel the sinister hint on this occasion.