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[b][u]Outside Thaum[/b][/u]

Jellyfish. Lightning. Treants. Giant foxes with short tempers and large scissors. Thunder.

And an orca.

Lute was rooted to his place as a ton worth of fish slammed down on his head one by one every five seconds, eyes wide in confusion as he stared at the pandemonium happening all around. He felt icky all over and was extremely uncomfortable. The blobfish on his head, the one he had named Bubbles, was once again moaning in anguish, seeing how it was basically his helmet against the fish horde.

He just wanted to go home. Ruana was waiting for him, most probably sick with worry now.

[b][u]Thaum? – Coliseum[/b][/u]

“What happened to all the raining blobfish?” Lute heard someone say in his voice as he pushed himself off the ground, dripping rainwater and strands of scale and slime on the floor. He rubbed his forehead then got up, wobbling slightly. His head hurt. Everything was sore. It was just like those full-body massages Robin told him about. 

They rose up and he saw that they were in the Coliseum- or at least the Coliseum after centuries of neglect and disrepair. The vibrant stage was covered in the stale patina of time, and judging by the smell, so was everything.

He stared at Selan and then Xandra, forcing himself to feel calm as the latter’s distraught expression was starting to affect him. It was around this time that Lute realized that he brought a souvenir along; Bubbles was with him, for some reason, although now it was encased in a transparent ball full of liquid. Sort of like a beach ball with something inside, really. He picked Bubbles up then faced the sources of the footsteps getting closer.

 “Heads up, people. We’ve got some company,” Lute ‘said’ again, although he finally realized that it was Delilah speaking, just utilizing his voice to make it appear as though he was the one talking. He wasn’t in the mood to reprimand her, and she obviously knew that. All the virtuoso could do was unsheathe his sword and stare at the throngs of animals in armor that entered the arena. Obviously the one that would fit him was the wildcat. He just hoped that what the cat made up for in speed, he lacked in strength.

Lute rushed forward to meet the feline, an oversized beach ball with a panicked blobfish under one arm while his free hand held his sword. The cat bared its fangs in a wide grin and lunged when they were but a meter apart, only for his human opponent to halt, let go of the blobfish-ball, then rapidly step backward. The human’s right leg arched back quickly and then the ball rocketed towards the wildcat.