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Calvin breathed out a sigh of relief at the announcement of the new rules. The last trial… had gone off the rails. Felix was on the right path, and Calvin nodded along as the Infinites began to agree on some basic facts. [color=Cyan] “I mean, the arrows weren’t my best, but I guess if you kept them all together…” [/color] He shrugged, not wanting to discuss the what he believed to be shoddy craftsmanship. Still, he was distinctly aware of the eyes on him. He felt a dull twang in his gut. Another one of his weapons had been a part of someone's death. Just like with-

[color=82a327]"And you. You say you made 24 right? Did ya give them all to Robin Hood or nah?"[/color]

Calvin was thankful for the interruption, and unconsciously offered a thumbs-up, [color=Cyan] “I’m not keeping any of those things. Most of the shit I’ve been making is subpar as hell.” [/color] He winced. The puppet's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and he quickly turned away to listen to Zach speak. His mouth almost ajar, Calvin listened carefully. He was trying to keep track of all occurring in the court, unsure in his suspicions. The last trial had been easier to follow along with. Now, voices pulled at him as he tried to parse through the noise while keeping a cool head. He wouldn't be embarrassed like he had been with Davis - No, Neoslayer - had torn into him.

[color=lightyellow]"Wait, Zachary, you almost got killed when you challenged Geina to a shooting competition, remember?"[/color] 

Mercy’s voice rang in his ears. [color=Cyan] “Wait a fucking second.” [/color] Calvin said. [color=Cyan] “Is that true?”  [/color] He had turned from Mercy and was now staring directly at Zach, a small frown forming on his face. He remembered how Zach had been there to help save him from Alexandria, and how the man had seemed to have everything in order. Still. The duel in and of itself was inconspicuous, Calvin could understand the motives behind it. It was the lie that shook his balance, and something in him that had laid dormant seemed to rise up. He slammed his gloved fist on the railing, a dull thud resonating across the room. [color=Cyan] “What the fuck are you hiding, Zach?”  [/color] A blue spark shone in his eyes, despite his furrowed brow.