Day Two: Morning

[Minoshia]

"Let's move." The intriguing transformer looked upon and the Konats and spoke with an orderly voice. She turned around abruptly and began walking in the other direction, with her game slung over her shoulder. The brothers waited until she had completely turned around, before looking at each other with a confused grin. A woman orders them around? Normally this would result in her body being separated right the location where the clavicles meet. The dark prince shook the image of her head rolling along the ground out of his mind, turning his focus back on the woman that led them slowly through the woods. It was convenient to walk close behind her, not having to move the bushes and small trees as she did it for him, as well as the smell. Not of the woman, her scent was overpowered completely by the striking odor of the dead creature slung over her shoulder.

There path became apparent as a small fire caught there attention, and three more power levels trickled onto the antique scouter that rested on the younger Konat's head. He whistled with minor sarcasm, making his brother chuckle, as they simultaneously read the energy of the creatures before them. Minoshia stepped over the last bush, and smoothly made his entrance into the clearing. He recognized all these creatures from his last stay on Earth, in the war against the 'Red Stallion' creatures. A small pink puttalin mess was sprawled out on the ground, nearby was an android, the fourth being he sensed without being able to read his energy level. Directly before them though, were two beings messing around, sparring each other. Maybe they didn't realize the serious nature of this tournament, they looked pretty beaten up yet their spirit remained intact. Minoshia cringed as he saw them messing around, wasting precious energy on a little scuffle. He had lost track of Violet, but it didn't matter, he spotted a nice rock he could perch himself on.

Walking towards the sparring partners, they didn't even look up to recognize the important beings walking towards them. Minoshia led the charge, splitting up their spar and walking directly between him, thrusting both arms out to the side and shoving the tyke and the larger majin warrior. Maybe that would make them respect him, as they stumbled backwards quite a bit further then they could have expected. Tapion chuckled behind him, looking down at the pink being before walking on slowly. The Konat brethren perched themselves on a rock formation on the opposite side of the camp from the sleeping duo, and adjacent to the sparring 'partners'. Minoshia drew out another chunk of his bread and began munching on it slightly, before having enough to fuel him and tucking it back in his back and replacing it with a swig of fresh water from the sea. After tucking everything away, he slid down the rock and sat on the ground, using the stone as a backrest. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and his black eyes peered out over the top of his patellas, waiting for some of this group to come over to him.