[center][h1][color=96EACE]Joseph[/color][/h1][/center]

As the others spoke, Joseph had been quietly making his own preparations for the battles that were sure to come. His runes were gone, most likely removed when they were taken to the set along with his knives, meaning he was going to have to improvise. Unfortunately, this involved ruining what had been one of his nicer jackets, ripping the sleeves off and tearing them them into a pair of long ribbons. From there, he took a small piece of sharp looking rubble from the ground nearby and cut his chin, using the blood to write a series of runes on both sides of the fabric. After checking to make sure they were all properly written and unlikely to erase themselves and part of their surrounding, likely including his own arm, from the fabric of space and time, he began looping them around each other, the runes fusing into a tight cord and reinforcing them to an unnatural level of durability. Finally, he tied the end of the cord around the piece of rubble, which had been similarly enchanted to provide his makeshift whip with a little extra [i]pizazz.[/i] Almost every enhancement he'd written pushed the limits of what twofold arrays were capable of. He truly hoped they'd be enough.

Unfortunately, it sounded like he wasn't going to get the time to make any extra enhancements to his clothes, as the ogres had already begun their approach. He listened to Will's hasty plan, and while the water wielder ended up having to go back and make a few rapid revisions, the end result seemed decent enough. He [i]did[/i] have to bite back a retort at the implication that he wasn't using his powers often enough or something.

[color=96EACE]"Well, I'll admit, I was actually sort of excited to take on an ogre horde or two, but I suppose I'll leave that to you if you really insist..."[/color] He said, his voice sounding as if it was taking actual effort just to speak. [color=96EACE]"I'll admit though, I haven't had the chance to prepare any communication or medical tags, so we'll have to find some other way of contacting each other, and my medic abilities will be limited."[/color]

He then proceeded make a sound that [i]might[/i] have been a hiccup, stumbling slightly.

[color=96EACE]"I may also still be a little drunk... or a lot drunk. However, I assure you, I'm perfectly capable of fighting. Perhaps even [i]moreso."[/i][/color]

And then he shrugged.

[color=96EACE]"Either way, I have too many plans over the next couple of weeks to die today. I'm gonna guess you guys do too, so let's just try to avoid letting down the people who'll be waiting for us, yeah?"[/color]

With these last ramblings out of the way, he turned and started making stumble-running in the direction he was [i]pretty[/i] sure the colosseum was in, hoping his group was with him and not just watching him run to what would almost definitely be certain death if he were on his own.

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