Sheena stretched his arms and did a few basic exercises to warm up before the match, oddly quiet and focused for the young letch. Normally he went into these fights with an easy smile and looking to have a bit of fun. But today, his opponent was a dead man walking, he just didn't know it yet. Old man Cid had made the biggest mistake any man going up against Sheena Lepant could make. He hit on his mother. Sheena won't let his pal Edge hit on his mother, there's no way he'd let some jackass pilot who smells more foul then he talks get away with it. Lightning Rune in hand, he calmly strode into the arena as he was announced, and mere moments later was at his opponent's throat, sword in hand.
In the stands, Lepant raised a curious eyebrow at the unexpected serious attitude of his son. He had been trying to light a fire under that boy for years, and now it looked as if something else had done it for him. But what? Wondering at what could cause such a focus in his generally carefree heir, Lepant watched with pride as Sheena's solid swordsmanship countered and outdid Cid's lance work, then practically roared with approval as his son suddenly launched out a point blank Ball Lightning, sending his opponent flying into the opposite wall, crumpled into an unmoving heap.
Beside her husband, Elaine chuckled softly at Lepant's loud show of paternal pride. As dysfunctional as this family was sometimes, and as much as Lepant and Sheena seemed to hate eachother, family was still the most important thing to any of them, and nothing could truly come between them.
