[center][color=92278f][h1]Echo[/h1][/color][/center]

Echo was sitting against the shoddy walls of the cage, a black eye as a result of the rather rough mercenaries that had collected him. His eyes open when the door creaks open, a loose bar falling to the ground. If he wasn't so careless and didn't get tangled up while using his weavings, he wouldn't be in this mess. Maybe.

[color=92278f]“Just great. All I needed today was a gladiator pit…”[/color]

He groaned as he stood, he wanted to get out of here of course but he wasn't sure if fighting his way out was the right option here. After all, he had no idea what kind of power those other Dreamers possessed. All things considered, he was safer in the cage. While the insomulite was annoying as hell and blocking out his dream, that meant that any other dreamer that came to him would have their dream suppressed as well, making them at least a bit more manageable.

[color=92278f]“Hello metal pole, you’re going to be my smacking stick.”[/color]

He grabs the fallen piece of the cage, brandishing it like a staff, the tarnished metal rubbing traces of rust onto his palms as he repositions himself into a crouching position, ready to strike someone upside the head if they got to close. He was simply watching the others for now, trying to get a gauge on the other dreamer's abilities, and behaviors… Hopefully one or two of them would be willing to make a truce and get out of here in any way possible. He could care less about the shard, the damn things have already caused him enough trouble as it is, all he wanted was to get out of there.