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After managing to reawaken, Bahamut surveyed everything. In the end, both sides had completely exhausted themselves for mere entertainment. Now Team Spectrum would need time to recover... which would give whatever adversary still remained additional time to fortify itself. "... well, I...

Bahamut frowned. "This isn't an action piece, don't telegraph your attacks like that." "Wow, someone's allergic to fun," Nero said, rolling his eyes. "Nothing about this is fun." Bahamut tapped his tail impatiently on the ground. "Surely you think the same. You haven't done a damn thing other...

"They definitely are getting weaker." Bahamut mimed yawning into his wing. It felt like this was becoming some sort of show battle. He didn't agree to such stupidity. Perhaps now was the time to make an exit and go do something actually productive? "You want to walk out, don't you?" Nero raised...

Nero tilted his head at Bahamut. "... huh. He just absorbed some of Sage's attack like it was nothing." Bahamut smirked. "Jealous, are we?" "Not really." Nero's ears drooped and he looked down. "I just think it's a bit sad that someone who basically has no friends among his team also seems to...

"... or that could happen," Polaris quipped. Bahamut's wings sagged. "I'm so fucking tired of this planet."

"You're the one who firebombs enemies," Bahamut called at Brisa. "Lightning-bombs, technically," Polaris piped up. "... whatever. Point is, it can't be invincible." Bahamut crossed both sets of wings. "Maybe it just needs to be handled with violence?"

"Oh, for pity's sake, just kiss already!" Nero crooned, rolling his eyes. "Can someone please put a muzzle on that mutt?" Bahamut snarled. "I'd be happy to. Just forfeit first!" Nero fired back, though he sounded perfectly sincere. Bahamut gnashed his crystalline beak in frustration. "Bet you...

"... delightful," Bahamut whispered in the distance.

There was no way Bahamut was going anywhere near Joule, the only other person large enough not to fit in the stands. Stars, he was an eyesore of an embarrassment. He levitated his badge in front of him, recording the fight. Something was clearly up. [S0urdough > Pop]: Are you seeing this...

Bahamut wasn't actually in the stands due to his size. Rather, he hovered far enough away to avoid unwanted attention but close enough to watch things play out. A frown etched itself on his beak. "... disappointing, but not surprising." He flew away from the area.

In the stands, a certain shade shook its head, frowning. "How disappointing. A defeat would have left a bitter sting upon their hearts... forcing them to work harder. To shine even brighter amongst Spectrum." Its head crest fanned out. "But a victory by the narrowest of margins? That only...

Over in the stands there was some smacking of gooey talons against the floor. Perhaps not loud enough for the actual fighters to here, but there was a harsh, raspy laugh accompanying it. "... this is their love. And it's so very interesting." But the show was over and it was time to continue...

"No, you're breathtaking!" Esper pointed at Darkwhite. "Oh, wait, wrong meme."

"Would be kind of hard to stealth into a place like that if a big ol' hole's been blown through it." Esper poked his forehead with his free hand. "Odds are Cray-Cray Kit-tay can get away with it because she's a gag manga character. Y'know, the ones who defy all logic and reality?"

"Nobody gives a hoot about ho-hos! They're not nearly as good as twinkies, anyway." Esper turned his nonexistent nose up, aptly failing to realize Ho-Oh was a pokémon.

Esper floated over and poked at Astrid. "Welp. Rip in spaghetti, never forgetti." He saluted the fallen ice fox.

<><><> Back at the guild, Bahamut turned away from the screen that broadcasted the match. So, as it turned out, his team coordinated better in his absence. Or, perhaps, they were just better fighters when there were no stakes involved. Whatever. Perhaps this meant the team would do better if...

"Hey! Where's the foul, ref?!" Esper shouted. "These jerks are attacking the press. I've got a badge and everything! I want a red card! Give 'em a red card!" The badge, of course, was the same one he was using to record the battle.

Esper held Bahamut’s badge up. It seemed he was recording the battle.

"Mmm. See you. And congrats on your evolution, little one. I'm sure you'll be a feraligatr before you know it." As he made for the exit, however, one phrase echoed in the back of his head. Overwhelming force. Overwhelming force. Overwhelming force... "Overwhelming force. Overwhelming force,"...