Angel strode through Fail's gate into the grand arena; the location where their upcoming battles would be held. The boy was clearly shadowed by the sheer size of many of the other competitors. Based on the situation the boy's posture was illogical. He walked with his hands in his pockets and a slight lag in his step; as if this were nothing more than a walk in the park.<br/><br/>It didn't quite add up. Here he was, a mere boy amidst a sea of adults and giants, yet somehow his confidence didn't falter in the slightest. Was there something up this boy's sleeve that the crowd didn't know about, or was he perhaps just blissfully stupid? Either way, the audience was soon to find out whether this boy with the striped hair would be a lion in disguise, or roadkill on the pavement.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well,</span>Angel thought,<span style="font-style: italic">I don't like killing. But with this many people, holding back isn't an option. If I'm about to get my ass kicked, I might as well put up one hell of a fight. </span>His dark eyes glowed with a fierce intensity.<span style="font-style: italic">May the worst man die.</span>