Rivas sighed, shaking his head. The shit he put up with dealing with the cyborg would drive lesser men to madness. He turned around, facing the woman, planning on simply shrugging, as if to say "I have no idea what that dumb ass is talking about." However, as soon as he got a good look at her, he continued to turn, facing away again, placing his hands on his face and sighing.<br/><br/>Shit. She<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>super hot.<br/><br/>He begun to type on his laptop, an advance looking piece colored white and obviously modified, several impressive pieces of tech plugged into it. This was a problem. He couldn't talk to girls! He paused his typing, suddenly looking annoyed. He just couldn't talk<span style="font-style: italic">at all</span>. He forgot that sometimes. Shaking his head, he got back to typing. He had to just ask a simple question, then leave her alone! Or blame it all on Rance. Either worked for him. Nodding, he picked up his computer and headed towards the woman, making sure not to actually look right at her, at fear of suddenly forgetting how to do things right in front of an attractive lady. That happens sometimes, he heard. As he got closer, he pointed the screen at her, his words quite visible for her to read. He noticeably had it up high enough to block his own face, which he was totally sure wasn't slowly becoming redder the closer he got.<br/><br/>"i know youre from the military and if we're wanted for any crimes its all rance's (he's the asian one) fault and it was against my will i promise please save me from his unjust ways. if you dont want us for any crimes then Hello, every single good thing we might be wanted for is all Rivas's(He's the spanish one) Also he's me!) fault and I am willing to take all praise and reward for it."<br/><br/>He only hoped he hadn't downplayed himself too much.<br/>---<br/><br/>Back at the other side of the arena, the orange hair man headed towards his machine, a self sure grin on his face. "Okay, time to party!" He punched his fist into his hand, the blue visor of his machine lighting up as he did. He found himself slowly speeding up, before he was in full sprint, the chest mounted cockpit of the blue machine opening up as he finally got near. He bent down, looking up and taking aim as he jumped upwards, easily reaching the machine, landing on the opened up metal plating. "Alright, Reogane. Let's give these people a fight they're NEVER gonna forget!" He told the machine, hopping inside, the cockpit closing behind him. The cockpit it self was<span style="font-style: italic">incredibly</span>simple. As in, it was nothing, just a grey flat floor for the boy to stand, and a dome like ceiling. "Okay...Okay." The boy breathed out, closing his eyes and focusing. "Remember, what teacher always told us." He smiled, his eyes snapping open.<br/><br/>"The only limit I have is myself!"<br/><br/>The cockpit suddenly flashed to life, the walls of the cockpit suddenly showing a panoramic display of the machine's surroundings. Rings of blue fire suddenly appear around the boy's wrists and ankles, which quickly became metal rings. "Hehe, now we're ready to rock and roll!" With a cross his of his arms, the machine copied the boy's movement. He performed a walking motion, and the machine followed, heading to the exit of the garage, where the fight was waiting. He grinned, the excitement of battle beginning to take him.  Some people would have called him fight crazy, some barbarian obsessed with with fighting. He wouldn't have disagreed.<br/><br/>The machine, Reogane, was interesting. It's chest, middle of the lower torso, lower arms and legs, shoulders, back, pelvis and head were covered in blue armor, a deep cerulean, with some silver detailing. However, the sides of it's lower torso, upper arms and legs, neck, and every joint was covered with black, rubber like coverings. Completely terrible for protection, this allowed for a far great range of motion. Adding to that, if a person knew their military history, it appeared that the machine was an customized "Arc", one of the first giant mecha put into service. It had the same leg and arm shape, a chest that looked to be a streamlined and more aerodynamic version of the Arc's, and the cube-like head had the same blade-like triangle shaped antennas that pointed backwards, though replacing the Arc's face covering monoeye with a silver face plate and light blue visor.  The main differences being the rubber coverings and completely different back. Arcs had simple backpack mounted thrusters, while Reogane had a ring-like design with three thrusts located on the ring, small guiding fins on sides and bottom of the back, and vents in the center of the ring.<br/><br/>Oh, and Arcs were about three times the size of Reogane, which meant it<span style="font-style: italic">wasn't</span>a customized one.<br/><br/>The blue machine and it's orange haired pilot entered into the main arena, a square shaped area with tall walls and a flat ground, both made of metal with an open top that let the sun inside. Covering the walls were screens the showed the audience, letting the fighters know if they were putting on a decent enough show. The<span style="font-style: italic">actual</span>audience was a mile away, but due to some fancy camera and speaker tech that Alexander didn't claim to understand, it was if the only thing separating the spectators and the fighters were the metal walls. As these walls had fallen more than once, it would be TERRIBLE idea for that to be the actual case.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a voice came to life over the speakers, letting people know the show was soon to begin. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FINAL MATCH OF THE WEEK IS HERE AT LAST! YOU'VE SEEN THEM BATTLE ENEMY AFTER ENEMY, AND NOW THEY'RE HERE TO FACE EACH OTHER IN THE FINALS! IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE A FAN FAVORITE! HIS BLUE FLAMES HAVE BURNED AWAY THE REST OF HIS COMPETITION, NOW HERE HE IS!<span style="font-weight: bold"> ALEXANDER EAST</span>!"<br/><br/>Alexander smiled, punching his fists together, before punching the air, his robot following the same motions. A decent amount of cheers filled the arena, as the sunshine glinted off of Reogane's visor. If Alexander had to guess, about... half the audience was cheering for him. Which means the other half would be cheering for his opponent. "If the audience is split like this...oh<span style="font-style: italic">hell yes."</span>Alexander's smile turned into a full fledged grin, knowing that mean his opponent was gonna be GOOD.<br/><br/>"AND NOW! IN THIS CORNER, ANOTHER WHO HAS EARNED HIS SHARE OF FANS! A MAN, A MACHINE THAT HAS BEEN GIVING US NOTHING BUT<span style="font-style: italic">ABSOLUTELY CUHRAYZEE</span>BATTLES HIS ENTIRE TIME HERE! PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR<span style="font-weight: bold">RANCE KUROSAWA!" </span><br/><br/>And there was the other half.<br/><br/>If Alexander could get more excited, he hadn't before.