[center][h3]Frenzy Plant's Soldiers[/h3][/center]

The silence was palpable.  Even before the decisive blow had been struck, a new mood had settled over the colosseum.  They had come today expecting entertainment, sportsmanship, and talent; they received instead a near-battle to the death of utmost seriousness.  A little after halfway through, the crowd had stopped cheering except for decisive moments, when one fighter struck a powerful blow or stood back up after sustaining one.  And when it was all over, the unconscious broken body of Frenzy Plant's champion lying still in the sand, only a few brave souls dared to cheer.

More than a few eyes turned toward the stands where the members of the soldier guild were standing.  They beheld something rather frightening: an entire guild, seething with rage.  From the looks on their faces, one would have been forgiven for thinking that every man and woman among them was about to leap from the benches into the arena, chase Damian down, and rip him limb from limb.  There was a clanking noise as Xyster's Harvester appeared, as it always did when the Dullahan wanted to hurt someone.  The rest was grumbles, growls, and muttered threats.

But the soldiers didn't move.  Instead, their anger began to ebb.  They were too well trained to release their ire in furious bellows, or to thrash around, or to charge forward and exact revenge.  Other guilds might have done so, but this one was stronger than that.  Sure, Hyun had seen them as tools at first, barely even thanking them for saving her from drowning in her wine, but in the following years she'd become a strong ally and fast friend to nearly all of them.  Seeing her put down so indignantly, and her dream crushed, hurt the entire guild.  But they would not stoop so low as to be petty about it.  

There came a noise.

[i]Donk, donk, donk, donk donk.[/i]

Zander had produced his dongers, and was smacking them against one another to produce the loud, reverberating sound.  At first he was looked on with astonishment, but soon after, understanding.  Before long, the other team members, and then finally the entire guild, had raised their dongers and joined him in a tribute, not for the man still standing, but the woman who'd fallen, hoping never to awaken.

Afterward, they were seated.  But Xyster's scythe remained summoned, Indigo's eyes narrowed, Zander's mouth frowning, and most of all Demetri's forearms smoldering and shimmering with the barely-contained heat of a volcano.  Anyone around them knew, that sooner or later, Damian would pay, an eye for an eye.