(( Man, this is actually a strong dilemma that has me torn! Love it. ))
Again Rulao's stopped in his tracks, there's an air of silence over the gymnasium. Sure, it was a small little competition with limited press, but these kids were still the future of CYOGTCG, to that end, many eyes were on them, upper classmen, other students, and individuals alike. The Mustachioed man's words only sought to dredge up and fan the flames of Rulao's heart. But. . .
His words struck deep, further beyond all the faux rage that the punk could muster. Beyond his pride and his stand-up morals. Should he decline this power. . ? And if he should, would the day come that he couldn't protect the ones he held deep within that passionate SOUL thanks to this one mistake? He did not thrash out like the boar he was in that moment. No, he was frozen in place. An image of his mother stricken by the shadowy beasts that feast on SOULS, then what he could recall of his mutton-chopped-pompadored father, vanishing from both the CYOGTCG scene and his family all at once. . .
With his head turned down to the ground, the punk's arm reached upward. With a strained hand he crushes the holographic sleeve, a burst of rainbow light radiating out from his fist as it is absorbed into his body. This power he'd earned by his sweat and tears, even more so, denying it now would all the same invalidate
the struggles of his fellow students who gave their all in this tournament, it'd cast aside all the respect he gained for Diance, for Bennie, for Odelia. . . If not for himself, then for the ones he loved. "Fine. . ."
He rasps.
"But. . ."
At once his head twists upward, messy strands of his pompador flipping back. Again he points at the man in black and cries havoc, "With this card. . . I challenge you, old man!"