Mason's eyes trailed after Andy walking out of the hall. He had half a mind to accompany her or at least say thank you but it seemed like a bad idea. Right now she probably needed space with too many raw emotions. He wanted to hug her, tell her things were okay and even that Ajax didn't mean to be so harsh and cold towards her. But he sat there in silence instead waiting for the next evicted player to torment.
If either of the pair were in a better mood, Mason might have taunted her that she could get smacked around by a minotaur, giant, stone men, hell, even Hades, but she let some sharp words from Ajax knock her down instead. But the truth was that bothered him. Granted, Mason wasn't the nicest guy on the block but he knew how to treat a girlfriend.
Some time passed and he found sitting in the hall alone was a bore, however, Mason knew it was better than being on the field. There, things could only get worse. He crossed his arms on the table and rested his chin upon them. Maybe a nap would be more beneficial. And if a raging child of Zeus decided to attack him in a vulnerable state then at least his point would be made.
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TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit
TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit
Duke continued marching onward, encountering a trap or two laid out in the battlefield by a well-hidden trigger plate, and truly he admired the setup to some degree. Something worth tipping his hat to: Beasts, traps, teamwork, opponent demigods, a great challenge all-in-all.
These thoughts and little admirations preoccupied Duke until he spotted trouble. More specifically a duo. Lise and McKenna. Maybe he could take one at a time, but both seemed a high-demand. McKenna could take his fire blows for Lise and Lise could turn invisible while he battled his sister. Lise was an expert in strategy; the map, calculation and conclusion quickly drawn from her. Add McKenna's own smarts to the mix and it was safe to say the situation looked grim.
"Congratulations girls, you make quite the team," he admitted. Duke slowly rose his hands in the air in surrender and dropped to his knees. The Trojan band was theirs to take.
Come on, Lise, feed your ego. Duke was ready, even if it was McKenna that approached, he knew his only chance was to grab at that moment of weakness and strike fast.