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[u][b]Thaum? - Coliseum[/b][/u]

Dylan blinked as awareness slowly returned to him. Lucy had dragged him into throwing fish at a fox, then the next thing he knew he had been falling...and falling...before landing hard. But how was that even possible? He had been on the ground and no where near a cliff? 

[i]“Selan! Dylan! Xan, Lute!” Estelle shouted. “Oh my gods, Selan…! It’s okay! C’mon!” [/i]

Turning his head back and forth, he was able to see that there was only a handful of them there. “Where are the others?” he asked as he got to feet, not bothering with the obvious question of [i]How are we here?[/i] The others seemed to be coming around...except for...

“Is Selan okay?” Dylan rushed to Estelle’s side, ignoring the obvious strangeness of their cell. In fact, he was so absorbed by checking on his friend that he didn’t even notice their cage until in started to move and revealed the Coliseum. He pressed against the bars, trying to make sense of the situation. Of the wolves watching and cheering, of the promise of blood sport, and the fact that he was completely out of his depth. 

Estelle was already arming herself, and Dylan pulled out this slate and chalk. Luckily, the rain was gone, and he could actually be useful. Across the way, the doors started to creep open, and Dylan prepared himself for the assault, his chalk posed to go. "Aislin," he prayed, "watch over us."