Jack watched from just outside the arena, leaning against the tunnel wall and giving every appearance of being in deep concentration. His eyes were fixed on the man across the way, someone who, from the stories, had managed to beat Xanh when she'd had a lot of water at her disposal. Okay, so he either got lucky, or knew how to handle himself.
Heh, finally the announcer was giving him some respect. The ass. He still wished he could have actually fought Blancard and won, but there was no use bawling over spilt Jaeger. Robo-boy? Well, Vert did seem to have a nice suit of armor on him...kinda like that one he'd seen that Chanson bodyguard wear that one time...okay not really but it was still pretty well-made and meant to fit the body. Maybe it boosted his strength or something, or had collapsible weapons. An unknown, really. He had seen Vert in the halls, but hadn't exactly had very many classes with him, and they'd never crossed paths in the training rooms before...
The announcer was done jabbering. Good, lots of cover, lots of places to blink to, lots of good angles to strike from...the only better fight would be a big grassy field with a slow clumsy guy like that one dude Marlon's size who liked hammers...Greenbriar or something. He heard the
music start to play, again courtesy of his fans and those Orabel had paid to bring in loudspeakers. He walked out calmly, the picture of serenity, and let his pace match that of the music. As the two fighters got closer, he noted the guy's toned physique. Yup, decent enough as far as athletic ability. And the skill he'd see soon enough.
The crowd had been cheering his name for a short while now, and he'd successfully pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes on his opponent, only looking away to blow a kiss to Orabel in the stands. Sweet, Victoria was with Ember, and Verdant too, all taking advantage of his girlfriend's excellent seats. When they were about halfway out, he paused, and stuck his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts, looking around at his adoring public. His expression wasn't very pleased, and they were very quick to catch on. He didn't even have to tell them after the last match. Slowly they all went silent, and Saggio's chanted name went from a whisper to a booming thunder as they played right into his hands. Dogmeat was finally better for something than kibbles and bits.
Nodding in satisfaction and granting them all a brilliant smile, he raised his hands to egg them on, and in a few more strides, reached Vert and held out his hand. "Here's to a good match, Vert. Just as a fair warning, I'm fighting for the fallen and for the best woman in the world, so I can't afford to have fun with this. You seem like a good dude, and I'd rather we both enjoyed this bout, but it can't be. Sorry about that." he explained, his face remorseful but friendly.