Hrm? So the big brute had been taken out. Finishing off the meat that he had grabbed, Meruem hopped to his feet and strolled back over to join the group. While he certainly held no sympathy for the one known as 'BRRAWK LESNAAAAAARRRRR' for a human at least, he seemed rather strong or so the other human with him boasted. The only question was who did it? Meruem's eyes scanned through the crowd before resting on the chicken. The second the chicken had made it self known, it had done so by glaring at the entire group as a whole. Meruem wasn't capable of reading minds but while he merely thought all races were inferior in regards to Chimera Ants, something about that chicken's stare aroused suspscion from the King.
As she spoke to him again, Rock tried to keep his cool. He tried, really.
"Haha, Uh, yeah I have some knowledge but that's about it Bayonetta, don't know much other than some things from my childhood like Kirby or Mr. Lee. Bruce Lee can't do anything with electricity, same with Ranma or myself. Kirby could, depending on who or what he ate recently but he's been a puffball since arriving, Big Band is, well a Big Band and the new girl has arms on her head that I am not wholly sure of what they can do. Mercury Black, Meruem, the strangely armored guy (the Kamen Rider), Juri, Elena, you, and Slayer I'm drawing blanks on here"
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"I think what Mister X meant my dear nephew. That once the guards arrived at the scene everything seemed to be in order. That does not mean however that someone didn't use it. Logically considering the time it would have taken for one of you to move between the areas so quickly...might mean that it was an inside job."
Mister X remained silent for awhile before rising up to leave. "Did I hit a nerve Mister X? Implying someone in your organisation being unfaithful..." X didn't say anything but the silence spoke volumes as he left leaving only Shang Tsung on ground level and Kain up on the balcony.
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Before the fighters are all lead back to the dressing room, Kirby stands over the body and lightly taps it a couple times with his foot. When other fighters around Kirby are defeated, they vanish or they remain until he personally sucks them up or kicks them. This is different. Brock is so... fleshy. He doesn't vanish. He doesn't look like any of the boss opponents back home. Kirby's eyes turn express an emotion of confused sadness.
Kirby, like everyone else, is impressed by the box. But Kirby seems more focused on how pretty and shiny the box is. It seems just like a power-up! He reaches for it, like a child trying to reach candy on a shelf that's too high. Alas, it is too far away. But he floated up to a balcony once, so he thinks he can do it again. He jumps up. He puffs up. He tries to float his way up."Right, I guess I should reveal what the price for the winner will be." A servant came out with a beautifully orated box that Mister X took into his hand to present to the group. "If you win this tournament you will win the contents of this box, which is said to be able to grant any one wish the user wants. The brackets will be revealed soon but for now...find the murderers in your midst."
Lee reacted to the death of the wrestler.
"Whoever carried out this murder was in fact cowardly. Even the triad would not stoop to this level."
He looked around, assessing the faces of the others.
"To the cowards, I say shame on you. To the rest, I say there are enough of us to take the cowards down."
Ranma stared at the man. That was Bruce Lee, the legendary martial arts film star. He had died before Ranma was even born, yet here he was among them now.
Ranma supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. These Traitor Games appeared to bring in people from several different worlds and time periods.
Idly, Ranma wondered how Bruce Lee would have fared against the likes of Happosai.
"So you're Bruce Lee? THE Bruce Lee? Can I have your autograph?" Ranma asked.