"Shit, this might be worse than I thought…" Vanagloria's whole perception of her performance on champions day was just flipped on its head.
"Sorry I don't agree with it obviously, I thought it was amazing. But a lot of people are mad that you got a spot in the Vying." Pentas told her.
"So there's no way he's gonna let us stay?" Martyr asked. He looked angry.
"I mean… no. I don't know, I don't want to risk that, I don't even know what he would do if he saw you guys." Pentas said, still not able to make eye contact with Martyr.
"No, it's fine Pen. I don't want to get you involved. But is it okay if we stay out here at least until the storm passes" Blair said, walking up to the counter on the other side of Martyr.
"Yeah but you have to be quiet. He's in the room behind us." Pentas pointed behind him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put this on you guys. I should've asked you guys if it was a good idea or not." Vanagloria was pulling her hair back in stress.
Who knows how many other people hated her now, and now everyone associated with her was at risk for getting harrassed.
"No no no don't be. You got us a spot in the Vying. Because of you I actually have a chance to prove myself to the champions." Martyr said almost immediately.
"Yeah Gloria if I were in your situation I would've done the same thing. Don't blame yourself." Blair told her as a light hit her face from the windows.
"Thanks…" Vanagloria turned her head to look out the window where the light came from.
It was two small lights beaming directly through the front window.
"Oh, it's the minivan!" Vanagloria said without regard for her volume.
A moment passes where the minivan sits there anti-climatically with the shaded windows not showing the inside, leaving much to the imagination.
One of the back doors pops open an inch and slowly starts to slide back mechanically.
After a few seconds of the door slowly making its way back Samsara enthusiastically hops out with her mouth wide open saying something that Vanagloria can't hear.
Spectre hopped out behind her and stumbled trying to land on his two feet. He didn't look tired anymore, it just looked like it was the first time he had walked in days.
Vulcan sluggishly opens his front door and drags himself out of the driver's seat. He doesn't even look at the window or the couple behind him, he just leisurely walks towards the entrance.
The front door thrusts open smacking the back of the wall making a loud wood on wood thud.
He trudges his way over to the front desk ignoring the rest of his team and chucks a sack of coins on the counter spilling out gold coins.
"How many beds in each room?"
The Pentas looks terrified of the champion. "O-Only one sir."
"Give me 6 of those."
"W-wa…"
"WAIT!"
After Vulcan claimed his territory he started walking towards the stairs left to the desk, but halted himself after hearing another voice come out from behind Pentas.
A beer bellied man storms out from the room behind the counter still wearing his blue and white striped almost prison uniform themed pajamas that were too small for him. Pentas stepped back to let the fuming man walk by.
Samsara and Spectre had come into the room by this point but we're too occupied in watching what was about to unfold before them.
"I'm not giving any of my rooms to your kids from earth!" His eyes frantically scanned around the room and landed on Vanagloria making crazed eye contact.
"Get the fuck outta here!"
Vanagloria had already jumped back quite a lot from when Vulcan walked by but now she was getting to run out of the motel.
He smacks a small flap of a door and stomps out of the counter. "Ain't no bitch from earth should get our powers, There are reasons why Astreum only gave it to us…"
"CRAAAAAACK"
He is barely able to make it past one table before he is knocked in the skull by the fire-covered fist of Martyr.
He fumbles and slams into a table catching his fall. Surprisingly the man gets back up and starts "running" towards Vulcan with a voice cracked war cry.
As the man throws a wildly slow overhead punch, Martyr ducks down into a squatting position effortlessly dodging his flailing fist. The champion, still in a squatting position, drives his back into the stomach of the beer belly and hooks his arms around his legs, lifting his 400 pound body off the ground.
Despite how smooth the action was, it looks like it takes quite a toll on Martyr once he housed the motel owner on his back. He was puffing grey smoke out of his mouth, his face turning red under the weight.
Calm and collected, Martyr fireman-carries the pub owner screaming and wiggling his arms around despretally.
Samsara and Spectre spring out of the way along with Vanagloia to let him walk through, just barely getting hit by the man screaming bloody murder.
The transom of the door busts open with another sharp crack as Martyr shoves the man's body into it, not giving him the luxury of ducking through the doorway.
Then Martyr hurls the man's body down onto the cold, hard concrete of the parking lot, knocking him completely unconscious.
Martyr breathes hard to catch his breath while he watches Vulcan walk over to the man and look down at him.
Without talking to Martyr, Vulcan then steps back to kneel down onto the ground, putting his palm onto the street.
The ground rumbles as parts of the road around the man start to rise, encaging him in concrete walls.
Vulcan stands up off the ground and dusts off his hands like he was a stay at home mom that just finished cleaning the house.
Vulcan's more positive energy seems to come back as he turns around and pats Martyrs back with a big encouraging "well done" smile.
"Very good. That's exactly what I want to see out of you guys."