Maxwell slid into the arena on a sheet of ice that he had created before hand. The audience cheered and roared in excitement. Maxwell smirked and waved to the fans, finally coming to a halt in the center of the arena. Once fully in place, he snapped his fingers, melting the icy "red carpet".
Turning towards the opposite entrance, Maxwell waited patiently. He loved the anticipation of waiting. Even though he has had bad fights in the past. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered his run in with a certain behemoth. Not a good ending.
Maxwell glanced at the item rack and strolled over. So many options to choose from. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to pick before his opponent arrives....
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