Zone A -- Lowlands

[Larfleeze]

He opened the chest, frowning when all he got was a can of some kind of frosty-cold liquid. His first instinct was to drink it, but luckily, he wasn't an idiot.

Reading the label - huh, that's actually a really low calorie count for a beer. "Namek-Weiser." Chakravartin said to himself, raising a bushy eyebrow. The liquid came with instructions, in addition to the tongue-in-cheek nutritional information. (Why would he care whether or not any Nameks were harmed in the process of making it?)

Namek-weiser (Consumable) – Beverage. Halves the damage you would receive in a fight, win or lose. Must be drank during first fight post.

Now, that was something useful. He slipped the beverage into his bag, before taking a step out into the hilly landscape. He tensed as he looked around, waiting to see if anyone was waiting to ambush him as he left the safe zone, but there was no such interruption.

The man from before, with the glasses, was still standing among the hills in front of the bunker. Chakravartin smiled at him, "Too late, friend. I've already taken the prize inside." he began walking towards him, absently checking his Halo- Bendy was nearby-ish, the Prime with the glasses was directly in front of him... "Harry Potter." his Halo informed him, and off in the other direction was... "Sterling Archer."

Both humans, from what he could tell. Now... the question was, should he indulge himself now, or would he join up with his "Golden Alliance" first?

"Harry?" he asked, and when the man tensed, Chakravartin knew his Halo had given him the correct name, "Tell me, would you like to fight? It's a tournament, so of course I'm welcome to it, but I also have some... acquaintances with utility, that I have to meet up with." in a few moments, his Palace Hands peeled from his body, and began to idly orbit his body, ready to grab, hit, defend, claw, and throw, at a moment's notice.

"So, what do you say, human?"