FAMILY WARZONE

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Jalon was remaining on a lobby prompting the field, gazing at an impression of himself cast by a glass board that worked as the section's divider. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, infrequently grinning as he heard the crowd shout his name.

"It's kickoff, amigo, time to show the group what you have!" he shouted to himself, grinning and highlighting his appearance. His evil veil hung like a scarf underneath his jawline. One more passage was situated on the contrary side of the stage. Stanier ran on his feet, every so often tinkering with the Velcro tie on his gloves, ripping it off and reattaching it just to tear it once more. They didn't have all the earmarks of being apprehensive at all.

"Above all else, there's simply the independent person. Surrender it for Vandrad Stanier, the independent lorth mage from the south!" shouted the broadcaster. As Stanie