Just as Yin was walking to the door, it burst open, and Alex stalked in moodily. The usually laid back fighter was late by several days for even the end of the tournament due to a plane crash and a series of unfortunate run ins with the local wildlife. Alex now had money in his pocket for dealing with a villages Tiger problem, but he was without the fighting experience he so powerfully thirsted after.<br/><br/>Alex plopped himself down at a table and sulked. Through his moodiness he noticed a few other's around the room that were probably fighters in the tournament. It was something that you couldn't quite put a finger on, but the way they were built, the way they moved with utmost power and certainty, the baring in their eyes. If Alex had to guess, he'd say the old man, the guy Alex passed on the way in, and the round looking ronin were probably the best fighters here. Too bad Alex wasn't going to have a chance to find out HOW good they were.