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[color=orange][h2][b]Outside The Arena, Alvion[/b][/h2][/color]

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Rakkath was already halfway up the steps leading to the coliseum when he was shot a question. The half naked barbarian turned sideways eyeing the metal clad knight for a moment, thoughts swirling through his head. [i]He [b]HATED[/b] questions.[/i] So he spat hatefully into the ground at his feet, dribble still clinging to bits of his frazzled beard like cobwebs on a curtain.

[b][color=9e0039]"I work for NO ONE!"[/color][/b]

He said almost threateningly, with his hand sliding ever closer to the axe at his hip. Rakkath would not mind taking out this armored talker right here, right now. It would stop the gums from flapping, at least. He bet that it was all squishy and brittle behind that metal casing.

[b][color=9e0039]"Rakkath will enjoy uncanning you!"[/color][/b]

  The barbarian slid his thumb over his own throat. All it would take for him to make his move is one more word from the knight. One. More. Word.

  [b]Would Cicero continue antagonizing this contender? Or would he take the high road?[/b]


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