Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25038310-20150701174111

Pontius Pilatus grinned at the match and the arena. He had bet his money on the girl, of course. Something had convinced him about her that she was the right bet. He drank from his cup of wine as he sat between the audience, occasionally clapping or widening his eyes in surprise whenever an attack had succesfully hit. Now, he was joining in the boos of the audience, rather annoyed at the lack of combat and bone breaking.

Across him, looking down on the fat nobleman, sat a shady individual. A black hood concealed his identity and motives. Randell crossed his arms.

Visor - please confirm identity.

He said in his head. The visor in his cyber like mask started focusing and zooming in on the back of the nobleman's head. It singled out various scars, skin tone and DNA from analyzing the man's hair, as well as analyzing the man's behaviour and the noise generated from his boos.

''Identity confirmed  - Pontius Pilatus. Noble of high standing status. Target for assassination - acquired. Combat and stealth systems online and ready to initiate.''

The visor in his mask started giving him more info about the man, like what his DNA looked like, his face, the amount of decibels reproduced from his boos, etc.

''Cancel initialization. Mark him.''

Affirmative.

The visor in his head assigned a white dot on Pontius' back, which Randell could easily turn to and track from a distance in case he lost him from a crowd.

He turned to the battle in the arena at hand. Originally, he wasn't interested at all. He simply came here for his target and nothing more. Now, he still wasn't interested, because of the same reasons everyone was booing right now - a lack of combat that should amuse its spectators.