The doors slowly opened. August mentally sighed with relief. The containment cell he'd been confined to wasn't tall enough for him, so he'd had to stand hunched over. He crawled into the arena, which had a taller ceiling. He stretched to his full height, towering over every one of other super-teens.<br/><br/>The fingers on his cybernetic arm whirred nervously, expanding and compressing, switching in and out of combat mode. A few seconds passed like this as he verified everything was in working order before restoring the limb to 'regular' mode. His optics adjusted, and he took note of the first two he saw; one that was completely robotic, the other a slim and tall male, though nowhere as tall as August. He couldn't guess which ones they were, but he held his ground, brushing black hair out of his face. He would wait for them to approach him. Then he'd introduce himself.