What trap?
Back at the Undercity, Shadow and Whisper made their way through the dimly lit streets toward the Rusty Nail, their footsteps echoing in perfect synchronization against the metal grating.
"....remember that sad excuse for a fighter, Rivera?" Shadow's lips curved into a mocking smile. "Lost his last six matches to rookies. His tract record is embarrassing."
"Oh! Oh! I remembered!" Whisper replied. Her eyes widened with delight as she remembered Rivera face-plant into the barrier field. "By Raxus's crooked teeth, he fights like a drunk Nexulian slug! And he wants to challenge Zafron?"
Shadow snorted, staring at the next name on the list of possible opponents. "Almost as bad as Titanium. Remember him? Kept boasting about his augmented skeleton until that sewage worker knocked him out with a rusty pipe."