Root Cause: The Chains of Duty

The sun stood high in the sky, showering it's warming rays of light upon the gathered onlookers in the Domus Flau. The announcers made their best efforts to excite the audience as much as possible for the upcoming match. After so many intense and awe-inspiring battles of the day, one can run the risk of growing indifferent to more of it, something which could already be noticed. After all that has occurred, a single thought rang through any minds; How are they going to top the previous fight? Hotoke was not sure himself, but he was determined to give them a show. He entered the arena, met with a mix of cheers and murmurs of anticipation. The man who stepped into the arena was an odd one to be sure. A purple robe with orange trimmings, vivid orange dress pants and a gray and blue jacket and shifting chromatic hair and purple beard. In his right hand, he held his famed rapier, waving to the audience and doing his own to make them hyped. All that remained was for his opponent to take the stage.