FIGHT CLUB;; O, Privateer tryouts

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

SO NOTORIOUS !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. CREW MATE.

Caesar had originally been excited to hear about tryouts, though as soon as he came over and realized this was a physical fight, his heart dropped. Physical fighting, with teeth, claws, and weapons, were ot his thing. No, he much rather use his powers. Which... were practically non-existent at this point. Damn this Dimension for blocking his powers until he 'earned' them.

Whatever. Maybe he could do something in the meantime. Improvise. Caesar wasn't trained in physical fighting like his brother, but at least maybe he could try something he vaguely remembered Vigenere talking about. The demon walked around the ring, watching Argus carefully, before he grabbed a knife off the table. There, at least he had something.

Caesar didn't waste time in jumping into the ring and tried to dash at ARGUS while she was distracted, aiming to slash at her with the knife.

#psychosocial.