Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-33229352-20191106043440

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” one of the creatures parroted, in a voice that was as if Galaxian was speaking in a particularly echoey cave. The other creatures started to pick it up, and soon there was a chorus of “I’m sorry” throughout the arena.

The creature that the Wolf attacked wailed and swiped at the Masked One as it continuously moved its head to keep it in its line of sight. It didn’t appear to notice its plants were on fire, even as it sent out a few tendrils to try and retrieve its eye.

Orphos’s words were barely audible and most of it was lost to the general noise, but there was a convenient amount that was decipherable. “Not what we agreed... have your head on a platter... just kill you!”

With a final shove, Orphos sent the ringmaster toppling over the railing. He was caught by a vine that had suddenly snaked its way into the crowd and almost immediately slammed into the floor of the arena at breakneck speed. The vine hauled the now limp ringmaster up to eye level with Huck, who gave a disdainful huff before the vine flung him up and out of the coliseum.