River
‘That bastard beat me.’ River sat outside on the back porch of the cabin he was staying in, looking out at the woods, sipping a beer, trying to figure out how in the world Blade managed to beat him. There had to be something to whatever he was doing with his pocket, but River couldn’t prove anything, and Beta Andrew claimed he’d examined everything carefully before, during, and after the event, and found nothing. So… all he could do was try to do better in the next event, which would be held the day after next. It was a race, and River knew he was fast. So long as Blade didn’t find a way to cheat, he could win. If that was the case, he would at least be tied with Blade for first place going into the fights.
It would take a lot for someone to beat River in a hand-to-hand fight. Blade would absolutely have to cheat in order to pull that off.