The Olympics are nearing their end, but there are still some events to be rounded up and finished in front of the crowds. Both official and exhibition. Such as right now, as the crowd cheers and jeers at some hapless alien who struggles to hold onto the bucking Igyak lumbering about one of the pits. Even with four arms and two tentacles the unfortunate rider is unable to keep his grip and is soon sent hurling over the railings into the sand at the side, much to the jeers of the crowd that follows. Cyclonus mutters to Contrail, "... some our own... more..." "Yeah well, awesome then. Woo."