Charlie pulls a long sip from his cup, settling comfortably back into his seat. A clock on the wall lights up, ready to count down from ten. He doesn't have room to stretch his legs out, but he makes the effort anyway as the clock starts. Three...two...
The bell goes. The crowd erupts. The two mechs move across the field for one another, not quite graceful and not quite lumbering. When they clash, it's the yellow one that strikes first and Charlie howls out some indistinct curse worse in response.
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Charlie pulls a long sip from his cup, settling comfortably back into his seat. A clock on the wall lights up, ready to count down from ten. He doesn't have room to stretch his legs out, but he makes the effort anyway as the clock starts. Three...two...
The bell goes. The crowd erupts. The two mechs move across the field for one another, not quite graceful and not quite lumbering. When they clash, it's the yellow one that strikes first and Charlie howls out some indistinct curse worse in response.