A glowing pair of purple eyes, dotted with pitch black pupils, darted back and forth between the different events happening in the gathering area. Because of his class, he was put in a "nicer" apartment (Nicer being somewhat of an understatement; it was better than the cages others had to live in, but it was still small, dingy, smelled of mold and must, and was difficult for him to move freely), and was able to see all of the events that took place; the freeing of the blue female, the fleeing of the lady with the horns, and the scuffle between the Ebolorian guards and the cat-like people. The Tauraan closed his eyes and played the scene again in his mind. He could see every person's face clearly, and could hear the differences in each of their voices. Maybe in the games ahead, he could form alliances with a few of them, the ones that actually showed some signs of strength or cunning. 

Turning back from the small window, Asterion Kanas walked to the door, his feet thudding on the ground as he did so. Slowly, and a bit clumsily, he opened the door and blinked a couple of times, sighing softly and then walking down the flight of stairs to the gathering area, now almost empty from the dispersing crowd, trying to enjoy at least some free time before the start of the next fighting game.