Mojito just wanted to live a quiet life with his family, just wanted to have a place to raise his youngest and not deal with everything that came with the way others always looked at him. He just wanted peace. He'd been a fool to begin hoping he could have that. There was steel in his gaze as he moved to the site of the challenge. He had made sure that Nao had some help getting the kids prepared to leave suddenly if they had to so when he arrived the fighting was well on its way. He didn't know the challenger, but no doubt would only be made even more angry, more frustrated, when he learned the pink man's heritage. Mojito had never made a point of hiding his disdain for the unfortunately expansive branch of his family tree that was the Kleins. That didn't mean moving to the side clearly behind Kotori was easy. His feelings on the warlord were complex but he wasn't about to pretend the man hadn't wronged him indirectly. The look he gave Sirius as he passed wasn't quite a glare but there wasn't any of the warmth he'd once felt for the man, choosing to seat himself at the end of the group as far away from the warlord as he could. He had too much to worry about, the future of his family, without having to worry about protecting the feelings of a man who was the reason he'd lost the only place he'd ever called home.



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Art by Rivaah

And the winner is...

KOTORI

GHOUL has forfeited the fight. They must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Kotori retains control of the pack.