Emil had heard something about letters and death matches, and despite his trepidation, he managed to show up to at least... yell something. He hoped he could do more than that. His courage wasn't completely back after the "oopsie" that lead to him being killed by the Master.

He saw some oddly-dressed man heralding the match, but before he could think of something to say, the names of the fighters hit his ears.

"Roxas?!"

Oh, hell.