Snippet #2417062

Striding into the hall came Zach, disdain evident as he looked at his competition. Heading over to the table only so long as to grab a roast leg, he backed away to dine on his snack leaning against the wall, surveying the others with a hawk's eye.

The magus, for he could indeed see more than mere humans, was a negligible threat. For all his oddities, the man feared little of magic. Nor was the demon, as far as his evaluations went. The human, on the other hand, was a toss up. Though he could sense nothing untoward didn't mean he didn't hold a secret, nor was his entrance to this gathering anything to sneer at. His thoughts, however, traveled a different direction.

Of all the contestants he'd imagined, Aiyanna had not be factored into them. His briefings related to the AI simply said avoidance was the best policy. Shaking his head, he once again toyed with the idea he'd came up for that regard. Either a wish or one hell of job playing the showman-salesman, and he simply hoped he could manage the latter. Otherwise, there was always the backdoor. Assimilation? She could kindly go stuff it up her mechanical arse.

Shifting his thoughts, he returned his attention to the room around him. Better to keep an eye on things for now. After all, soon it would be one on one, and the one across the field was going to end up under it.