“Armax Arsenal Arena?” Zaeed chuckled, tipping the beer bottle lazily into his lips. He was leaned against the counter of the bar, rolling his shoulders for a moment. He gave a thoughtful hum before shrugging and shaking his head.

“Nah, not my style. Too busy wiping the floor with real people to do it in a simulation.”

He was getting too old for all these simulations, trying to prove he was the best at fake fighting. He had too many really jobs to get to before he could worry about that. He lifted the drink to his lips, but didn’t take a drink, pausing to grin.

“Besides-” he mused, glancing over with his good eye, “you ‘n I’d break the damn scoreboard.”