He'd lost his temper at the man from Team Evolution, but Feliks was all smiles on the morning of the tournament. After all, he'd always been one for a good show--and this was bound to be one, with all the strange goings-on that had led up to this point. He'd dressed the part of a spectacle from head to toe, with his newest coat on, his boots polished to a bright gleam, his hair held out of his eyes on one side with a slightly over the top decorative clip.

He walked in with Jadwiga on his shoulder, flanked by Emilia on his right and Danuta on his left, waving to anyone he knew, eating up the attention. Might as well while he could, he thought.

After all, once they got started, he wasn't going to be the star of this show. His girls were going to steal it right out from under him, and show any smug redheaded know-it-all to look down on them.

"Ready?" he asked, turning his attention from the crowds. Then he grinned, bumping his forehead against Jadwiga's horn. "Trick question, I totally know you are. Go kick some butt, I'll be right here cheering you on!"