Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25038310-20150703222120

Randell glanced sideways of him, noticing and recognizing the two arena fighters. The one who had supposably won and the girl. He rose an eyebrow under his mask, deeming it rather strange that Tyrael would want to fight again so soon.

It was hard to believe such a girl had something like superspeed. She demotivated him, hoping he would never have to fight in the arena. This was rather unthinkable for him to fight in such conditions and skilled adversaries who were aware of his presence.

He retracted his feet abit, giving Tyrial some more space to pass through and head into the arena.

"Good luck.." he muttered to Tyrial as he passed through.