Miguel flipped the dial on his small portable radio. He hadn't spent much time in the arena since his victory like some fighters would. He could train and train and probably wouldn't help him at all against False Althena, who's overwhelming assault made Miguel's odds of victory pretty poor. And so Leena's peaceful father did what he does best- put up his feet and cast out a line. The dead sea bass were really biting today.
"Mmm. Let's see what's the latest DL news." *Flick*
"...Kirby Invasion.. Sheena lost, assumed to be lunch... Edge Eblan vows revenge after Waddle-dee Zerg Rush.." *Flick*
Miguel felt a gentle tug at the line. Mmm, fish were really biting.. and odds are his fight with FA would be bloody and short. So peaceful at sea. No screaming fake goddesses or drama queens, just the sun and waves and the gentle touch of nature. There was always next time for a chance at glorious combat, who knows how long perfect weather like this would last?
Reeling in the bass with the barest of efforts, Miguel smiled and began cutting up the fish. Yes, he'd skip the fight. He could get in at least one good nap in the time it'd take to go there and fight.. and the weather was perfect. Miguel put the remains of his fish on ice, and cast his line out to sea. Putting his hat over his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the next nibble.
It's going to be a good day.
