Travis eagerly awaited for another aggressive move from Alya after his defiant and meaningless attack against her. However no such response came, interestingly enough. Had she deduced the number of runic traps laid in front of her and plotted to address them? Possibly; he didn't take that out of consideration and it did make sense to a degree. While the endurance of Alya's barrier was seemingly absolute, there was however no evidence of that it didn't have a limit. But in the strategic sense, triggering the runes would give her position away and the more that detonated allowed Travis to meter his opponent's relative distance in order to trigger his latest trap. Another thought could be a quick relocation though Travis would question how much room Alya truly had without eventually being obvious.

Then came Thadeus' unwelcoming voice echoing into their arena. In the way he had spoke, it had seemed Nemo had defeated Nevar but Travis wouldn't put it past him to figure that Nemo had killed off his opponent. However unexpectedly, Thadeus actually congratulated Nemo's performance in finishing off one of his own as if their battles was simply a play. While it could not be seen, Travis' face contorted into disgust as Thadeus sparred no expense into his adulation of Nemo. [i]This guy is nuts[/i], thought Travis he is kept his gave slightly shifted to Thadeus' skyward direction, [i]how can he be so...sanguine, over the death of one of his own?[/i]

Trying to keep much of his attention to the fight, Travis then realized Alya had yet to make move still, even throughout Thadues' almost obnoxious announcement. There was hardly any mana flow detected through his mana analysis so what was keeping Alya up? Of course, he wasn't against the delay if it meant more prep time. But taking into account of Alya's honest behavior as observed earlier, he was curious if she was in anyway effected by this unpleasant interruption; Thadeus' congratulatory statement or Nevar's demise. Even both maybe.

It was almost below him to question or deprecate about people's motives or how they feel about certain subjects. There was a distinct right he felt that everyone had to operate in accordance to there own way of judgement, however moral or immoral as it may be unless it was arguable to protest. But with Thadeus' persona more realized, it did however present an opportunity that Travis would be more than eager to exploit if it meant controlling the flow of this fight or better yet, ending it. Still wanting to maintain the an order of imbalance, Travis extended his arms straight to each side while enclosing his thumb, ring and baby fingers into his left palm whereas his same right fingers secured the tome still in hand. The next setup were his index and middle fingers reaching and splitting out into fork before channeling a small amount of mana. Whatever response he would get would allow him to learn more about his opponent but more importantly; provoking a response.

"I hate to pry but if you don't mind me speaking my mind," echoed Travis' voice as it resonated from all around the arena, casting the disorientation of where is voice was coming from despite the known fact of his maintained position, "What is Thadeus to you? One of your friend's has...regrettably fallen, and he treats it as skit of a theatrical production."