Day One: Morning

[Paragus]

The rain was still pouring down from the dark sky of Dante. Puddles were up past the saiyan?s ankles. The ground had changed from a solid and into a liquid mud mixture in which Para made footprints in with every step. His footprints weren?t alone though for he know had a team. The Guardian of Arlia walked steadily a couple paces behind him.

The blue haired women was talking to Yamu. She was enthusiastic about the game, even more than Para was himself. Her weapon was strapped over her right shoulder, but she was ready to rip from its holstered position and to fire upon anyone she had to.

Walking along side Para was his ally and friend Jeice. The two warriors hadn?t spoke in a while, but he was ready to catch up on everything. The saiyan had went to earth to revive his red skinned friend, but didn?t actually stay to talk to him.

?So I guess the revival went well.?

?Aye.? Jeice muttered just keeping his eyes locked on the path in front of him.

There was something different about Jeice. The one eyed warrior couldn?t put a finger on what was wrong, but there wasn?t really time to delve into the psychology of his friend. Water poured from the saiyan?s hair and onto his face. He wiped the drops from his good eye.

?This rain is starting to get to me.?

?Just don?t think about it. The rest of them aren?t.?

By the rest of them he meant the other competitors. The people that were probably looking to kill them as they were looking to do. Para couldn?t help but over hear the conversation his two other allies were having behind him.

?Listen. I guarantee that Kari gets the first kill in this thing.? The protector of Arlia spoke proudly.

?Yea well that?s impossible because you would have to get close, but for me its just BAM, BAM, BAM. From far away and its over.? Bulma put up a valid argument.

"Well it looks like we will just have to wait and see now wont we?"

Bulma nodded in approval of the friendly bet. Taking Jeice's advice, Para tried to pay no attention to the rain drops beating onto his cranium. The bread he was holding had gotten soggy, but it was still good. The food rolled down and it his empty stomach with a splash.

?You know they say when it rains really hard God is crying. Well I think its true. He is looking down on this game right now. The death and destruction.? Jeice said interrupting Para's taste filled moment.

The red warrior clenced his glass shard tight in his fist causing a trickle of his own blood to flow down the blade. Jeice?s words left a silence for a little bit. Yamu and Bulma continued their argument to the beat of rain drops and thunder claps.