Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-36159587-20190911045257

Welp, gotta love an OP deity.

Galaxian looked more at the locks, their material and security levels, and then the corresponding beasts within, not so much as appearing innocuous as actually looking at both. He wasn't going to harm the creatures; all he had to do was disable the lock, from far away first, and then get close and then break it. Right? Then he'd get in trouble and get into the arena, and even if they were actually going to do something worse than throw him into the arena, he'd voluntarily teleport into there himself.

But, the thing was that he didn't want was to give them another excuse for 'violence', though he reckoned that excuse would get out in any way. He didn't know when Huck was going onto the show was the problem. Maybe the star attraction was saved for last? That seemed to make the most sense.

If he did get in trouble, then who knew when he'd get thrown into the arena, if at all? The deity's mind whirled in a circle as it caught all the undefinable factors in the circumstance. If no one else got in trouble, then presuming the need for the show, the poachers would throw him in last, but that was also a presumption. Like he thought before, he couldn't 'imitate' one of these gladiators, and since he couldn't fight his way to Huck, he'd have to do it this way.

The only viable way to get rid of the undefinable variables at the time was...

He asked Heaven, Do you know of a mind-altering spell? as he strolled slowly with the others, taking his time looking at each gladiator.