Well, it looks like we may have to wait on those brews...

*Gets disk back out*

At least I'm almost warmed up, program...
Just allow me a second to get out of this light wall box...

Neko! Go long!!

*throws disc*

Neko: MRROW!!!!



*Neko runs and jumps to catch the disc, but misses. The disc flies down to the arena and bonks Darksaber7 in the back of the head*

*Sketch sits next to Trace and observes the battle*

Another competition I see.

*Passes around a large container of popcorn*

This should be fun to watch.

*after getting binged inthe back of the head with a stray disk, Darksaber falls over the top of the LC wall*

It's of no matter.

*Waits for blurry vision to clear*

Barely even felt it...

*tries to ignore painfull lump forming on the back of his head*

Are we ready to begin then, Program?

*Throws disk without waiting for response* (O)

*barely hears a highpitched whine piercing the atmosphere and turns just in time to see a red glowing disk heading towards him*

WHOA!!

*flinches and instinctively brings his disk up to block, but isn't quite prepared and gets knocked back by the impact. the disk richochets away at a shallow angle*

Sonuva...BIT!!

*throws the disk high into the air and lets make a sudden downward turn almost directly above Darksaber*

*appears in the spectator booth*

I am never going to throw antoher disc as long as I'm online.

*is confused*

*just eats more of the popcorn---no one make a IC Kernel joke! *

That will never do!

From the grid wall, Trace throws her disk and it deflects Tronfanatic's disk, sending it spinning away. She sits back down, laughing, then sees the annoyed looks from the other spectators.

What?

Sheesh. Can't a girl have a little fun? Pass the popcorn, willya?

*sends an angry glare at Trace as he sees his disk flying out of control*

Oh, so it's gonna be one of THOSE games...

*sees Darksaber's next attack heading towards him and can tell his own disk won't return in time for a block. Instead, he uses his albow for a shield and sacrifices some of his armor. *

Mmph!!! >_ into his free hand*

Byte this!

*He winds up pitcher style, and whips the green globule of corrupted data straight at Trace*

*then he throws (O) discus style and orders it to sail towards Darksaber with a rather unpredictable snake-like path*

*knowing he'll never get his own disk b4 Tron Fanatics gets to him, Darksaber breaks into a sprint towards the stands*

Heads up, Trace, corruption comming your way!

*Looks rather silly as he dances around trying to avoid the erratic blue disk. Both disks reach Darksaber at the same time, smashing into his right hand*

@#$%!!!

*Struggles to his feet as he collects his disk in his left hand*

You'll pay for that one, program...>(