A Fight? [Toothpick vs Zelrius]

[Toothpick 0]

It’s pretty cold, that's weird He hugged himself close and looked up to the sky and and shivered, the wind blew strong and that was a strange for a floor such as F1. He clutched the shawl tight and looped a thumb through one of its holes, tip pressing against his palm and thumbnail digging into it who A message sent by a known middle-man and he had no clue why. “What good could come of fighting a complete stranger?” the question bounced about in-front of his mind’s eye and he looked down into the swirling mass that was, and in the orb. He touched it and felt nothing and drew back. Forfeit if it’s bad and watch your back afterwards if they’re orange He felt his hand was forced and he hated it, but the odds were against his misfortune so his thoughts strayed to tactics and what rules would and would not. The odds were in his favor, yes, but they could also be tilted further to negate the effects of progress. Nothing was beneath his life when it came to such a simple fight, not until he knew more.