An underdog story, huh? Underdogs really do the dumbest shit... How cute! Can't have the underdog going in without an iota of a chance. The man in the cap begins strolling toward Kalib. He holds both hands in his pockets. Of course, he's too far out of focus to notice. That is until he sprints toward Kalib at full tilt. It'd be too late to react, as the man slaps a golden object onto Kalib's wrist. Roommates are fun! In the remaining time, the man stops next to the box. He rests his arm atop it, leaning casually upon it.
"You humans are always worth the stuff I sink into you! At least the entertainment value!"
The man's cap blocks his eyes, and something about him is vaguely unearthly. He gestures to the box.
"Tell you what, I'll let you in on a secret! This here box belongs to me! It's gonna stay that way if you try any funny business, too! I'm a betting man, though, so whichever one of you rapscallions manages to take down the others can have it! So long as it's interesting! Of course, I just gave a leg up to one team, so I SUPPOSE I could be fair..."
The man shifts his arm slightly so it's his hand resting in the center of the top of the box. He lifts his hands up, and slams it down.
"Whoops!~"
The box emits a strange light, blindingly bright. The ground rumbles violently, and the terrain beneath them crumbles apart. A solid red light glows from beneath the cracks in the pavement. Those standing nearest the box begin to feel light, weightless even. An unseen force pressures them toward the sidewalk, from where that force was emitted a wall made of an unknown material rises. It rapidly rises, expanding across the horizon. It seems to reach a center point from where the box once stood, and shoots off in another direction at an angle. The former combatants feel... different. Not too noticeable now, but the type of feeling that would change their lives in the later immediate future. The capped man's hat flies off in the wind. PK would recognize the man as Evolt.