"Inventor games eh." Lazarus muttered to himself and adjusted the barely breathing bandit on his shoulder."Excellent. You told me that you'll have to escort me if I am to go and claim the bounty from alive wanted? Well, I am not about to claim a bounty anytime soon, so, you may, or may not, continue to escort me. But I, am heading for the arena now, and thus, in theory, your presence is not needed there." He began to head towards the arena without giving the guard a chance to reply, nor act for that matter. Due him having wasted enough time, Lazarus did not make it in time for the opening ceremony, but he arrived in time to take good glances towards the inventors as the first event begun. He could not care less of the stares of the others, and most of them soon enough focused their eyes back to the competition anyway. As for the bandit, he wasn't in any shape to even attempt escaping and could only lay there and wait for Lazarus to finally take him for authorities.

After a while of wasting his time, as Lazarus thought of it, he began to head through the audience, to get better view to the inner part of the arena, and the center of attention. He took a small jump and landed on the border of the stand, and before anyone could have chance to react, he took another jump, and soon landed gracefully on the ground. If that wasn't enough to draw some attention, his carefree walking and loud voice should be."People of Aldarich!" He announced."I am sorry to interrupt your entertainment, simply to provide my own. BUT, should you just let me take a moment of your time, I shall begone quickly and let you back to your nonsense." Lazarus did not even bother to let anyone reply before dropping The Ladykiller from his shoulder and on the ground, he grabs the man by the hair and pulls him up on his knees."This here is Cayne Hillborn, some of you do know him better as The Ladykiller. He is scum, an outlaw, wanted for murder of countless women, or to be more precise, 21 of them, the latest victim being nothing less than the High Counselor's dear wife. For his crimes, this man has been placed bounty upon, and has been authorized to be brought upon authorities ALIVE.." Cayne's lips formed into a smirk, alive, he could flee, escape or bribe possibly his way out."or DEAD." His smirk died off as Lazarus spat the last part out and let go of his hair. The bounty hunter took a step back and pulled broadsword and a katana from their scabbards."And so that NONE of you shall get a wise idea of breaking the law, this scum shall serve as an example for all of you!" Cayne manages to turn around and look up at the man, his mouth opens as he gets ready to plead for his life, but his words are cut off along with his head before they ever get out of his throat. The bandit's head comes clean off his shoulders, and Lazarus lashes his swords down quickly, thus cleaning their blades from blood, sheathes his swords and turns around. As he extends his hand, the outlaw's head falls past it just in time for the hunter to grab his hair again."Now then, good people!" He yells out again."Thank you for your time, and remember, if the reward from your head ever reaches my ears, I will be there, and you shall be caught. Now then, enjoy the rest of your show!" He turns and began to head for the exit, leaving the audience and contestants to react however they saw fit. He slips away from the arena with one final sentence."Oh, and the winner drinks on me today."