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[b][u]Thaum: Coliseum[/b][/u]

“T-thanks,” Lute stammered out when the songstress helped him up. He resisted the urge to pat his knees to get rid of the dirt on his clothes, and decided to answer her inquiry. However, before he could even explain how his abilities were a pretty good match with hers (now, at least), Selan belted off and Lute had to pick up the pace in case he amplified the wrong bit. I mean, he didn’t know if her songs worked only when the whole part was heard or not, right? To anyone watching, it just seemed like some whacko with white hair was wringing his left hand around to imitate a fisherman gathering his net, but then the effect was clear. Selan’s voice overlapped the noises created by the nearest people, the area of effect expanding in a noticeably slower manner the further it was from Lute.

“Goshdarnit, could you just help me instead of snarking- Wow, okay, you’re working. Gee, the way you’re doing your share, I thought I was the one doing everything,” Lute muttered, his head once again tilted to the side as he engaged in yet another snark battle with his (imaginary?) companion. “Yeah, Delilah. You’re the queen. Whatever.” He finally fell silent, features creased in deep concentration as Selan kept her aria up.
In the end, the beast was defeated, victory was gained, yadda yadda, but the effort of amplifying something in a large area for an extended period of time made Lute just as weary as, let’s say, his other warrior buddies. He wasn’t sweating buckets, no, but he felt the strain in his head. If that made sense.

Time to cover up the KO’d bug. Lute threw his corner with far more gusto than everyone else did.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go meet Dr. Dream. C’mon, let’s get out of this place before another scorpion shows up,” Lute waved his hand dismissively and cringed when a passerby suddenly found her secret mutterings broadcasted over the nearest five meters. “Sorry, can’t control it. It’s like a… Um… What stuff can’t you control…? Ah, puberty. It’s like puberty,” He told the lady, who was now glaring at him with hateful eyes. Yeah, he was running his mouth off now. 

Also, before all of them left the arena, Jeff said something around the lines of “Tell your sister I said hi, and she missed some pretty gnarly action today”.
Lute didn’t know how to react to this. Was Jeff hitting on his beloved sister? He trudged out of the Coliseum feeling more than a little disoriented with the sudden turn of events. Why does Jeff know his sister? Who used the word ‘gnarly’ to describe action nowadays? Why didn't Jeff shave? Goshdarnit, Jeff.