[center][h2][color=steelblue]Dalious[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=steelblue]"Need another shot!!"[/color] he shouted as he sprang awake, instantly regretting it from the pain he felt.  Glancing over to one side he saw that he was not alone.  Cursing himself for forgetting to tell the servant to be discrete, his vision soon came into focus of the earthican woman from the arena.  She appeared to be wounded from the fight as well, her princess and one other near to her.  [color=steelblue]"You just had to see me again..."[/color] he spoke toward Laurel.

Looking down at his bandaged wound, he felt it around a bit to see that it was well taken care of.  He then nodded over to the princess of Earthica, feeling far underprepared to speak with royalty.  [color=steelblue]"My lady, you should be proud of your fighters.  I feel sorry for whomever stands across the battlefield from them.  Who won, by the way?  Eh, doesn't much matter, what's say the lot of us head back over to that fancy garden bar, eh?  We could..."[/color]  Dalious just then glanced to his other side, seeing the Father looming there silently.  His cold expression read a thousand words, stopping Dalious from speaking further.  His mood and tone shifted, as he found himself getting out of the bed.

[color=steelblue]"If you could send my best to the healer of my wounds, my lady,"[/color] Dalious said as he exited the room.  [color=steelblue]"This wound was not caused from the tournament, but happened prior in a bar brawl at the Frozen Candle.  A mere scratch, reopened."[/color]  With that he left and walked a few paces past the Father to speak with him privately.  

[color=steelblue]"I was just having a bit of fun, those fighters chosen to represent us were garbage.  If I only had your son, it would have turned out differently,"[/color] he told him.  [color=steelblue]"Means nothing, I'll make it up to you.  What would you have me do?"[/color]