Area D: Day One

[Tobias]

Shrouded completly in the great fan-like leaves of an alien tree, on a thick bough sat Garlic Jr, Demon Warrior. Inside his disproportionate head the gears of thought were turning, calclating his next move... a beep on his scourter! Garlic tapped the ear peice looking intently as the numbers cascaded don the green plexiglass.

"Damn it... the fighting already started. Serious power too." Even his limited inherent ki sense felt the faint tremors of energy. He gritted his pointed teeth and looked out through the leaves, the damned collar seemed to grow tighter as he thought about the restraint. The woman's instuctions rang in his ears 'This is a publicity stunt first, and a tournament second.' Death and chaos for anothers ammusment, he had no moral qualms about it, in fact such tournaments were commonplace in his fathers relm were he dwelt those many decades ago, but he just realized... he was sitting on his ass in a tree while everyone else was knee deep in death defying battles. How ammusing is it to watch a little green man philosophise? How much money did he stand to get doing it? None. Garlic lifted himself off the branch and dropped to the ground. Time to find someone to fight. Or at least something.