Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
A year ago Koa might have been cocky enough to try and enter the Tournament himself (resulting in inevitable, crushing defeat), but post-Yeet Koa is a creature with more caution, painfully aware of his limitations and how little strength he truly has. No, this round the young man stays on the sidelines, nursing a beer and cheering on the fighters as they duke it out. It's a remarkable spectacle, awesome in its range and scope- especially the fight between Remi and Sunjata, which features hydras and tidal waves, setting quite the high bar.
"My money's on Ronin," the Dragoon calls from where he stands, overhearing Hadama's question to Flora. "No offence," he's quick to add, flashing a bright, apologetic grin to the mer-turned-demigod. "It's just... he's Ronin. The Commander of the Storm. And Dragoons gotta stick together." He raises his bottle in an acknowledging cheers before turning back to the fights.
"My money's on Ronin," the Dragoon calls from where he stands, overhearing Hadama's question to Flora. "No offence," he's quick to add, flashing a bright, apologetic grin to the mer-turned-demigod. "It's just... he's Ronin. The Commander of the Storm. And Dragoons gotta stick together." He raises his bottle in an acknowledging cheers before turning back to the fights.
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
