[center][h3][color=c2b280]Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Stands[/color][/h3]
[@cirusarvennicus][@t2wave][@Prince of Seraphs][/center]

Her attention torn between her friends and the Games, Fleo paid the best attention she could to Ariel but did not think it necessary to reply.  Only when the other woman stumbled forward did she jump into action, but Fleo acted too late to prevent Ariel’s fall.  Wincing, she reached out to do what she could to help her guildmate to her feet, though she did most of the work on her own.  Only in afterthought did Fleo remember that there must be a culprit responsible for the mishap.  She furrowed her brow and turned as Ariel flamed up.  [color=c2b280]”What was that for, and why are you even here?  Go screw with your own guild if you can’t act like a normal person.”[/color]  That said, she cast a wary eye at Ariel.  By now, she knew that orange equated to aggressive.  [color=c2b280]”No need to get too worked up over some random jerk, though.”[/color]  Crossing her arms, Fleo waited to see if this girl would attempt to defend herself.  Several months in Phoenix Wing had gotten her acquainted with overly-defensive mages.

[center][h3][color=d8bfd8]Nero the Genie – Arena Walkway[/color][/h3]
[@crimson raven][/center]

The smile of the Genie did not waver even as he fell under the petty and purposeless assault of the smarmy prick he’d so rudely tried to be nice to.  Anger smoldered within him, but not a trace of it escaped onto his cheery countenance.  No random edgelord with a big mouth could bring him down so easily.  [color=d8bfd8]”Ah!  No wonder you’re alone.  Nyeheheh!”[/color]  While having made up his mind to leave, Nero imagined that further exposure to his dulcet tones might aggravate this nasty customer, and so wasted no time in continuing.  He looked out at the battle, leaning on the rail.  [color=d8bfd8]”Yeesh!  Wizards are such jokes nowadays, yeah?  Always showing off, or on asinine quests for power, when somethin’ as simple and impassionate as a gun –or a curse- could wipe out nearly any wizard under the sun.  No doubt you’re as disillusioned as I, to be possessed of such a uniquely revoltin’ attitude.  What’s your tragic backstory, I wonder?  Lost family, for certain.  Can’t be edgy without it.  Man, how awful!...heehee.  Good thing a sad story’s a perfect excuse to be a stinkin’ scumbag to everyone ya meet, otherwise ya might-a gotten…hurt.”  

“Well, since you’ve got it all figured out, I won’t trouble ya much longer.  No doubt you’re pleased to have driven another person away: another to add to the long lost.  Adieu, adieu!”[/color]  Nero executed a mocking bow.  It always pleased him to make new acquaintances.  He span around to head to his seat, his back totally exposed to Ferrin.  Yet his smirk did not fade.  Hoping that Ferrin might try something, he willed that a Law of Retrogression would befall the first poor soul to try and hit him.