<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9b/13/67/9b1367821532b3e938305cda6d55cd5b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Geb (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15856903#msg15856903)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Ninja<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Arena stands<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>  <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shiloh </span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Geb didn’t head to the stands until he had a bucket of popcorn, and on top of the bucket, he had three sausages all dressed differently. He waded through the crowd, heading toward a gap in the seats that his machine butt occupied. Once seated, he set down his popcorn between his feet and picked up his first steaming sausage. His teeth parted as a cooling breath blew over it before he passed the bun and meat into his mouth. Sauerkraut and mustard covered his teeth that munched the hot link into nothing.<br/><br/>It seemed with how the announcer had taken to the stage, the bloodbath was finally about to start. The Caerdujans surrounding him were so enthralled that Geb found himself watching them at times as though they were part of the show. <em>Let’s see how godly this place really is,</em> Geb mused.<br/><br/>The machine glanced around at the audience when they laughed about someone wanting to challenge the champion outright. It did seem awfully cocky, but if the fighter could back it up, then he didn’t find it amusing. <em>He just better not suck and make us all look like fools.</em><br/><br/>Ingus Scallion? The challenger already sounded like a joke, and Geb was hoping to be able to take his side. When the <em>Ingus</em> emerged, Geb paused in his eating to gawk along with the rest of the crowd. His red eyes shrank in shock. It was worse than he imagined. What was with that stupid outfit? He ground his teeth and sparks leapt from them as he thought, <em>I hope you die a horrible death for setting the bar so low for us!</em><br/><br/>Apparently, there was something about Ingus that Geb wasn’t seeing. He had attracted the admiration of a Caerdujan princess. It may have made the ninja a little jealous. If he could marry a princess, then he wouldn’t have to work anymore. He could just die in the arms of luxury.<br/><br/>Geb’s eyes narrowed suspiciously when he watched General Ralot offer respect to the onion buffoon. He started to doubt his initial assessment then. If the onion knight had really been a joke, would Ralot had even bothered to show? As soon as the announcer said “Begin,” the two fighters had clashed so instantaneously that Geb near dropped his hot dog in awe. <em>What the fuck?</em><br/><br/>Geb’s jaw remained unhinged throughout the fight as he watched ultimate magic being thrown around as though it were a fire spell. His eyes rose up the pillar of light from the Holyra spell. He hadn’t ever seen a spell of such power or even imagined one existing. <em>Do you still think you can beat gods?</em> his conscience asked him.<br/><br/>The meteor spell that followed had made the ninja metaphorically step out of his own body. He watched as a giant, burning rock descended from the sky to decimate the arena. The dragons descended next, searching for a corpse. Geb couldn’t imagine one being left after such an attack. When he saw the creature go after the general, with one snap of his fingers, the dragon had turned on its own kin.<br/><br/><em>What am I doing here?</em> Geb thought. Were all the opponents going to be that strong? He recalled having looked at the match chart. He wasn’t first so he had time to wait and see if he wanted to stick around. Some non-Caerdujans were already fleeing the stands. It was embarrassing, but he didn’t blame them. He near felt like doing the same.<br/><br/>The match that followed General Ralot’s and the Onion Knight’s hadn’t been one with known names. However, he did recognize one. It had been the gray-haired girl who he had threatened. Geb would have been lying if he had said he wasn’t interested in seeing her use that bow. If she had traveled all the way here, then she shouldn’t be a push over. Picking up his second hot dog, one covered in chili, onion, and cheese, Geb crammed it into his mouth as he thought, <em>You better not lose.</em><br/><br/>The match started and Geb sat forward some in his seat, when he watched Shiloh acrobatically move across the arena. The glass user while not as skilled in combat as Shiloh seemed to have his own tricks up his sleeve. He took advantage of her close proximity to lob a flask of some strange chemical at her. It must have caused her to hallucinate for she started harming herself.<br/><br/>“Come on; you can’t be defeated like that,” Geb growled.</span>