Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25038310-20150701191122

Pontius did not cheer when Tyrial finally attacked, still too busy thinking about the assassin that wasn't very far away from him. ''What kind of fucking assassin announces his arrival? Lotta balls, or just plain stupid.''

He started looking around if there were any alternatives to his situation. Exiting the arena would be suicide, and going to the toilet was also extremely stupid.

Randell looked on at the nobleman, his visor zooming in on the back of the man's head. Some scars could be seen on the man's neck, which confirmed Pontius' identity.

Randell noticed the nobleman's panicked behaviour - frantically looking around him was a rather.. obvious way. Fear makes someone predictable.