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Post by Fang the Defiler on Jun 4, 2013 15:11:28 GMT -5
The blossoming look of disgust on the male's face as more than enough for Helot's grin to feed off his hatred and merely chuckle at his response. He still spoke of civility, addressing him as sir before informing him that this wasn't his first fight and turned away. The red head assumed as much, but it as so much fun riling people up, wasn't it? Cunning played just as large a roll as magic and brute force here, especially against these combatants. His head spun slowly to pan the arena, spotting another person waiting on the wings. From what he appeared, his blunt expression and fighting gear seemed more at home in a place like this, the Colosseum a testament to those ho had fought before. Some lived, some died, and that was the price for entertainment.
The din of the crowd became softer as a sharp voice of an annoucer addressed the crowd that had gathered for the fight this afternoon. It was a woman's voice, a brutish tone in her notes as she spoke. "Today we have a special treat for you! And event in which both magical and nonmagical mages will be fighting each other in the ring! Get ready for a show even your grand kids won't forget!" She had done a splendid job at rousing the rabble, inducing a recovery of shouts and cheers, some boos from the magic based mages that would be in the ring today. Helot glanced up from the blond, sniffing smugly as he straightened, his tall height and bold hues a stark contrast to the neutral setting around him.
He pushed passed the blond haired male, awaiting whoever else was going to join them, before the gate before them lifted, sunlight pouring from the outside in. His lids half closed, shielding themselves from the light that he wasn't accustomed to seeing. He was a nocturnal creature, preferably, but that wouldn't stop his opponents from hitting the dust of his wake.
It appeared the show was about to go on.
Helot was the first to exit the waiting area, the stale air opening up to a vivid crowd of hollering faces, some pleasant, some glowering at the male as they noticed he wasn't properly dressed. No matter. the best part about wearing red clothes was that it wasn't obvious when soaked in blood. Without worry about the others behind him, he casually walked into his on space, heels clicking in the dirt before turning idly towards his opponents. Who would be the first to strike?
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