Opting to keep on his medical robes, Umashi let his eyes scan the surrounding coliseum and get a good lead on the surroundings that he'd put himself in. While he'd never actually fought in the coliseum himself, he'd seen enough of them to know that it didn't offer much in the way not drawing at least some sort of audience. Fortunately he'd rushed off without creating too much of a scene so that nobody could possibly witness their big mouthed Hokage lose at a game where he'd created the rules. Junko not too far behind him, Umashi set bout inspecting his medical gear and making sure that his first aid kit was fully stocked. Somebody was going to end up needing a bandaid after this was all said and done.
"You'll have to forgive me for choosing the terms on the fly! I didn't want to draw a crowd!" Umashi gave the apology with a grin as he tried to figure out just what sort of fighter Junko would prove to be. What did he remember from their last medical rounds together? Things weren't coming to him but he'd prepare for most anything at this rate. Finding as good a spot as any to stop, somewhere dead center in the middle of the large space, Umashi would stretch his arms wide and embrace the moment before things got physical. "Loser buys the drinks . . ." Without saying anymore, Umashi leaped into action.
OOC: Private spar between Umashi and Junko.
"You'll have to forgive me for choosing the terms on the fly! I didn't want to draw a crowd!" Umashi gave the apology with a grin as he tried to figure out just what sort of fighter Junko would prove to be. What did he remember from their last medical rounds together? Things weren't coming to him but he'd prepare for most anything at this rate. Finding as good a spot as any to stop, somewhere dead center in the middle of the large space, Umashi would stretch his arms wide and embrace the moment before things got physical. "Loser buys the drinks . . ." Without saying anymore, Umashi leaped into action.
OOC: Private spar between Umashi and Junko.