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Hawke emerged from the Medical Bay battered, bruised and annoyed. The battle against Vincent had been brutal. He had fought extremely well, as did his Demon Velox, but the match seemed to be predestined. Vincent destroyed Velox and himself with that thing of his. He knew for a fact that an Air Demon could never defeat a Light Demon, especially since Xan was a higher level, but he had to try. He didn't make it that far for nothing. But it seemed he had, as all he left with was some empty money for coming second, bruises, a broken arm and a battered demon. Velox had shrunk into his Pet form, a miniature version of his normal self, and was slung around Hawke's body recuperating. He had taken multiple hits from the speed that the Tamer and Demon could do. And Velox nor Hawke was fast enough.

He emerged to nobody, really. Most had followed the runaway demon he heard that was supposed to go to Vincent. Hawke wanted to punch something, but refrained, as he might destroy the object, and kept walking. He needed to find a way to beat Vincent, but for now he needed to rest and go home, do some yoga maybe or meet some new Tamers. It was always nice to meet new people.