Colosseum - Spectator Thread

[Monkey D. Luffy]

Introducing two new secondaries that will play a sizable role in Luffy's storyline!

"Aaand with that, Okor secures the title of victor, claiming the win along with the audacious swashbuckler's final breath of sentience following that brutal display of, well, you saw it yourselves! I'd rather not sully the final moments by devaluing them with unjust utterance! The ghoulish marine moves on to the quarter-finals!" a courtly purveyor heedlessly narrated via intercom from his haughty booth far removed from the bloodshed.

". . ."

Expectedly, the suit's declaration was scarcely received while such a gruesome fatality of Straw Hat still resonated with the mute-stricken audience. Thus far it has been the most grisly end to a match without equal.

Nestled amidst a jam-packed cluster of devoted fans, two peculiar attendants remained seated whilst the gawking showgoers finally broke silence and ascended with applause; the jaded pair expressed chagrin with unamused mugs.

"Yeehuck! Blegh, I sure as heck don't envy that poor, stretchy sap-nyah. Did ya' see his head go boom? How 'bout that husky ole' brute-nyah? Guy was pretty wicked, eh Strabs? Nyah nyah," the feral, vermillion-maned humanoid queried, nudging his periwinkle-toned cohort with a fuzzy elbow.

"Gurrr, gimme' a break mon. That maggot tank had the field advantage from the get-go, what a joke," the bipedal lupine snarled in discontent, folding his slender arms and sneering down a wolfish snout. "'Course, that hot-blooded king of the hardnoses won't be demoralized that easy-grar. He'll probably just level up and come right back," the degenerate reckoned as if familiar with the headless Straw Hat. "Reminds me of you a bit, Toastermon. Ya' never know when to give up-grar."

"Ay ay ayyy! I told ya' don't call me that, Buttsniffermon!" His flame-tailed partner snarked back, shaking a paw in aggrevation. "Oh an' I've been meanin' to ask, didn't that rubber bloke look familiar to you? Swear I've seen 'im before," the beasty inquired, placing a clawed digit to his chin in ponder.

"Hmm, I wonder . . ." the lavender wolf returned, rubbing his chin in kind. "Ah, that's it mon! He's the captain of those human intruders they had on a bunch of flyers-grar, the ones plastered all around about the Grand Fighting Festival over at Cinnabar Isle!" Exclaiming assuredly, he jolted up out of the comfort of his chair and tugged the cobalt scarf wrapping his neck down beneath his furry maw.

Bing!

A candescent bulb of recollection dinged alight above the feline-human hybrid's noggin. "Ohh thass' right! Strabimon, you rock! We can follow the dunce back to that forbidden island, nyeheheee!" Elation flushed over him as he envisioned the two of them covertly skittering into the festive jamboree. The tyke slurped his tongue whilst daydreaming about all the tasty goldfish they were certain to be giving away as prizes!

Klap!

The wildcat's thought bubble burst at the sound of an ambitious mutt beside him slapping a paw against his fist. "He could be our meal ticket in, Flamon. An' I'm sure even you are privy to knowledge of the luxurious Noble Kingdom and the Royal Palace at its epicenter, gruhuhuhu!"

Cackling like a couple of hyenas, the duo ardently made haste for the exit. Paving through the crowd, both mons rushed ahead, narrowly avoiding a crash course with an aberrant little lass casually strolling by. Donning a pinkish bob over a pair of flaccid eyes full of lethargy, the youngling tilted her head and inspected the animalistic aspirants as they persisted along their path.

"Hm, curious."