Hey, it looks like some people training are having a bit of a dispute right now.

Eh? Off to the side of the ring, a group of four people sound like they're getting pretty heated. You wonder what it's about? Hey, wait a sec, this is a public space! You can totally go find out!

You sneak your way over towards them, hiding yourself in the chairs so you can watch and listen in undetected. Once there, you notice that a lot of other people (maybe two other people) are just casually standing around and listening in with no problem, standing nearby the arguing group or leaning back against the ring. Fools! For your part, you stay nicely and safely hidden in the chairs, peeking just your eyes above the seat back.

"You lot don't know what's best for you!" One of the girls says. It looks like it's her against the other three. "Look at Triptrotter! She made it to the top in her first year, and STAYED at the top for all of her second, and she never had to fight like that."

"Yeah, but why do you think she's not done any fighting so far this year?" One of the dissenting three asks. "It's 'cause she KNOWS Hatzinbobber would kick her ass! She can't keep up anymore!"

One of the other dissenting three looks like he disagrees with that notion pretty harshly, but since they're overall arguing for the same side he doesn't say anything. You're sure that there will be in-fighting if they win whatever argument they're having right now though, which makes the discussion all treacherous and strategic from here. So cool.{if NoraTopPicks == True}

Also, Triptrotter. That's Nora, right? Her Arena-name. The reindeer sounding one that she gets all embarrassed and flustered about. Wait, so some of these guys think Nora's not the best here?{endif}

"Oh, please!" The girl bravely standing alone against the storm says. "She already beat the Hatzin. And Mallowen, mind you, who gave Hatzinbobber a real close fight. When was the last time you saw Triptrotter have a close call in there?"

"That was last year." One of the other girls rebukes. "She's added so many tools to her arsenal now. What's your problem, anyway? Why are you being such a prude about this? If you want to fully back your paper champ, then that's fine, we just want you to coach us on some of these new techniques too."

"My problem is that they're not real fighting techniques!" The apparent coach of the other three replies. "They're useless in a real fight, they're certainly useless in a fight against monsters, and they're barely even effective in here too."

The boy who will certainly start a political divide should his side win scoffs. "Are you kidding? Didn't you see how Hatzinbobber DESTROYED Mallowen? And hey, this time last year, we all thought Gold Rush would be the next unbeatable champ. Now look at her! Hell, she got her ass handed to her so hard, we don't even let first years in here anymore."

Okay, you're officially on the coach's side now, because that is just wrong. Gold Rush is the greatest.

"And how does she get put down each time? How did Mallowen get embarrassed? Molestation and sexual manipulation!" One of the arguing girls finishes proudly. "Geez, I know you're a third year and all, coach, but it feels like you don't know the fight game at all anymore. How can you say that a focus on sex isn't effective?"

The flabbergasted coach girl, who is clearly in the right here based on not bad-mouthing Gold Rush, sputters verbally a bit before at last finding the words to respond. "Because it isn't!" She exclaims. Powerful stuff.

One of the other girls is about to respond with her own exclamation, but stops. Slowly, her eyes start to twinkle, and her mouth curls up into a grin.

"Reeeaallly?" She purrs slyly, taking a step forward. The third-year coach takes half a step back, lifting her arms halfway to a defensive position. "So, since we aren't even properly trained in that ineffective style of fighting, we should have no chance against you, right? How does a quick.... sparring match sound?"

Her two other allies simultaneously turn their heads to look at the coach. All three eye her up hungrily, and slowly start walking towards her. The coach gulps and lifts her hands up into a 'let's all calm down now' gesture, as they slowly back her up against the outside of the ring.

"L-let's all calm down now." She says (you knew it). "This isn't going to prove anything, alright? And I don't want to... don't want anybody to get hurt, now."

"Oh, don't worry about that." The girl purrs. "This'll just feel really, really, niccee~...."