Finding himself surrounded by people was as happy of an occasion to K2 as celebrating an enjoyable night by indulging in a bottle of wine with the misses. He had spent many an occasion lounging the palace in a less than modest attire, if any, holding a bottle in his hand and with a smile spread wide on his face. That smile was relayed upon him here, after some time away, because in part, he was very surprised about the outcome he now saw with his own eyes. He'd been expecting the very worst.
Alas, he was more than happy to facilitate this return, and he would do just that today, in a manner of moments, but he couldn't help but wonder if he needed to be a bit more afraid than he actually was. It seemed that some of those who had come to participate were very strong, and as per tradition, K2323 would be participating this year himself. Could he defeat some of these guests who had come to fight? He could only hope.
"Right, right, I know you all have your concerns," K2323 illustrated vividly to the crying requests upon him, "And we'll each have our time to talk privately as time goes on. However; I need you all to sign a blood contract stating you understand the rules of the tournament before we continue."
He raised his hands, his moments vivid as can be, and his fingers formed an all too familiar motion, resulting in a “snapâ€. Upon this instance, he had just so happened to craft upon the surrounding, ordained from another location, a table, and upon it parchment which finely gave note to those who might read it the circumstances in which one would be able to enter the event he was hosting. Upon the table, next to the parchment, there was a quill, enchanted so that the one who picked it up's blood (which they, of course, were expected to sign in) would be cleaned off after usage, for obvious sanitary purposes.
“Rule number one,†he began, “No killing. Not until the final round, or if, for some special reason, I give you permission. Rule number two. No targeting others outside the fight, including audience members. Rule three, no attacking my stadium. That said, the tournament will work quite simple. Zkero, come.
In the sudden instance that his words were dictated, a man dressed in white robes, his face well covered by a mask, appared next to K2323. “This is a WhiteOp. The WhiteOps are the surpreme referees of each match, second only to myself. What they say, goes. There will also me MedicalOps on hand to handle any injuries... Any questions?â€
Well, that went well. Right?