He'd have his name called with nowhere near enough enthusiasm to match his, Momiji leaping from the seat he had thoroughly off-kiltered in his occupation of it to bound across the room and threw the wide doors to the fighting area. He'd wave excitedly at all the new friends he presumed to have made, flashing that winning smile to the receptionist, and he was given ... well, at least a weak smile back from her, if not anyone else. It was a clear mixture of pity, sympathy, confusion and annoyance.
His opponent, when he found himself face to face with them, breathed no different than that atmosphere. Momiji's nose was forced to wrinkle from the smell, a tower of a man with rippling muscles and a mug that wouldn't befit Momiji's collection staring back with all the grace or fear of a bullhound. He appeared to immediately dismiss Momiji, deriding him with a snort and dragging his body back and eyes away to wait for the referee's signal.
A whistle blew and so did the bang of a gun, green-light mana wisping off the end of Momiji's quickdrawn pistol -- and a gape left in the chest of the man across from him, a hole blown open with the sheer intensity of the magical bullet and the killing intent of the maddened creature. Momiji never enjoyed that look in people's eyes. He'd be left standing, and the other wouldn't, which secured his victory; and the utter revulsion he glared back at him, all while smile along, sealed the last of his fate as medic arrived.
[ 804 / 1350 (10% Monopoly) ]