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Farren's eyes widened, his eyes fixated on the battle below intensely; the combatant's attacks became a lot more directed and controlled, but he could also notice a subtle viciousness between the pair, he gulped reflexively definitely not looking forward to the prospect of participating, but he also felt a certain reluctance to quit the tournament and run. He had signed up for this, and he was going to see it through to the end; even if he does get mangled horribly in the process. Farren was many things (a murderer among them.) but one thing he wasn't was a: quitter, as his father used to say, "Our family ain't no quitters, we keep on at it until we succeed." And although Farren hated him deeply, he always felt a certain pride in that, he held onto it and it always seemed to give him comfort and courage, something that he could confide in, in desperate times. Farren took a slow deep breath and exhaled slowly, cooley and calmly.

The combatants in the arena unleashed a powerful breath-like flame ability, which reflected both the elements they wielded, light and dark. As they collided a shock wave emitted and Farren's jaw slowly and comically fell open in surprise of their feat, Farren also felt something unknown stir inside him; just for a moment however, it was a peculiar sensation, a ghostly tingling of sorts but it quickly faded and was replaced with the burning sensation on his neck which had doubled tenfold, he rubbed it irritably and hissed in response; this did little to ease the mark however. The unique feat the two combatants had preformed seemed to draw the guards and most importantly Commander Fang's attention, guard's swarmed around the pair. Farren felt the almost imminent danger rise in the wind quickly and clearly, it was the serious type of danger. Farren looked around anxiously, before taking a step back slightly panicked.

Farren took another step back, his spine hit the edge of the balcony; nowhere to run now, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he certainly didn't like it, he felt trapped in here and he wanted to get out of here pronto. Farren's head snapped towards the entrance, almost as if sensing the guard's entering, they immediately began proclaiming the contestants under arrest, they herded them in a small crowd. Some struggled but it seemed futile, Farren luckily was right at the back of the crowd near the edge of the balcony, and due to his height they didn't notice him... at first. Farren could hear the shouts of guards, and in response the arguing of some contestants, he closed his eyes before muttering over and over "Think, think! Of something, anything!"

Farren was interrupted from his train of thought by something jerking his shoulder almost violently. His eyes snapped open quickly reflexively, he looked up seeing a brutish guard "So young..." he tuts mockingly and obviously in a condescending manner, his former frown slowly turned into a grin, "The King's ordered all of the contestant's arrest, come with me." When Farren didn't move, the guard added with authority "Now!" Farren winced and tried to pull away, the guard had a firm grip and began yanking him forward, Farren quickly released a burst of air in response from his palm, Farren didn't have enough space to channel the air properly, but it still pushed him back a few feet, making him lose his grip on Farren's shoulder. Farren's shoulder ached slightly due to the pressure the guard had put on it, regardless he was not letting them take him to jail. Farren backed away towards the ledge his arms raised defensively, his head cocked upwards looking for an escape route of some sort.