IC kicked a box off the stage. He had nothing better to do.

"If you can open holes in your wall we could use hit and run while they're fighting each other"

The box IC had kicked stubbornly refused to move.

IC gave it a good kick then. And by a good kick, he meant enough force to probably move a truck. He wasn't sure, he hadn't kicked a truck yet with that much force.

"I could, but then they could hit us. Plus with that damn hurricane out there, the boxes are being hurled against this wall. I really don't want to allow more of those things in."

Ugainius stuffed every last cent into his wallet. "I am so going to have to talk to that guy when this is over" he yelled with glee. Now to business.

Fenris' words were shortly followed by a large BANG as two boxes struck each other, revealing that they were filled with bags of water and potassium chunks, respectively.

"I could, but then they could hit us. Plus with that damn hurricane out there, the boxes are being hurled against this wall. I really don't want to allow more of those things in."

"Thing I can see about that, the boxes with one of him in them are either not going to move, or he's going to leave them eventually. Or else the Hurricane will knock him out of the Arena."

IC stopped caring about the box that wouldn't budge. So he sat down on it and had tea. This hurricane he was standing in was making him thirsty.

Seeing the effectiveness of numerous semi-invincible boxes filled with a variety of potential hazards, Hawk upped the power of the twister, expanding its lateral area of effect while keeping it small enough so as not to swamp the arena.

It was now at Force 3 level speeds. The only problem was he didn't know how long he could maintain it at this speed.