[center][h1][color=DarkRed]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1][/center]

Argus nodded along as Ni answered his questions, but it was clear from the expression on his face that he wasn't completely understanding of the second half of what she was talking about. Before he could respond, likely in the form of more questions, Enma decided to speak up again, the anger in his voice clear as day as it appeared Argus had insulted the Oni in some way. Gulping slightly, Argus took a step back, but then blinked in even greater confusion as the big guy turned his attention back to Ni, almost as if he hand't been mad to begin with. [i]How can someone go from broiling over with rage to calm as can be with in seconds of that? Well, weird as it is, I'm not complaining.[/i]

Whatever Ni's reaction to Enma's tease, Argus wouldn't hear it as he looked around, still feeling a heightened sense of apprehension in the arena. He just couldn't help but feel as if he was going to be tossed back into that pit, forced to fight for the amusement of the savage, blood-thirsty crowd. It gave him shivers, and he decided that it'd be best for him to leave soon. Nice as his guild mates were, he couldn't help but feel that, under these conditions, he'd do something stupid and get into a fight with one of them. Hell, he almost had gotten in a fight with the big Oni, and that had been an accident.

"Hey guys, I'm going to go, not really that interested in watching the games, but I'd appreciate it if either of you guy's would like to join me. If you don't, I'd understand, probably don't want to miss the . . . fight." He had to physically stop himself from saying 'slaughter', which was the term he the slaves had often used to describe the fights cause that's what happened more times than not. This was obviously very different from what he went through, for the most part, but he just had some issues with the idea gladiatorial combat that he was sure he'd never get over. Whether the two came or not, he'd start walking out, giving a wave good-bye to whoever was staying behind. 

After leaving the arena, he'd walk around the area outside of it, taking in the sites, and feeling just a little bit better. [i]What'd really make me feel better is a good prank, but to do that, I need some victims. Hmmmmm?[/i] Looking around, he soon spotted a building across the way, some form of restaurant it seemed. Always a good place to make some mischief. The plan already set in motion, Argus sprang into action, forgetting whoever was with him behind as he acted solely on impulse. He'd spring up the side of the building until reaching the roof, opening one of the windows slowly and silently to get a look for possible targets inside. After a while he quickly found a table and a likely target, a girl with black hair and glasses who was eating with a few others. 

[i]She'll be a good place to start . . .[/i] He thought as he quickly re-quipped two needles into his hand. With a whispered death, he cast Divine Blessing on them, imbuing hem with the destructive energy of his magic, which was currently set to default mode. Once that was done, he'd launch the needles into the back of the glasses girl's chair, causing a transfer of the energy from the needles to the chair legs. Before long, they'd be weakened enough that they wouldn't be able to support her weight anymore, sending her tumbling down to the floor faster than she could say "Huh?". Argus made sure to stay low, s as to minimize his change of being seen, but he'd left the window open and one could still see the upper half of his head as he looked down at the scene if they looked long enough.

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