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Rasteva moved to sit, armor creaking loudly as they lowered their bulk into a cross legged position. The eye in the helm's visor began drifting lazily from one side to the other, not particularly focusing on anything as the others continued to speak and introduce themselves. The Girl's Flute song was soothing to hear, and it took the edge from the Daemon's irritation, though it did not have the same effect on a few of the people gathered around. For the second time that day, the armored figure found themselves wishing they were capable of sighing. This was unfortunately, not a situation they could simply swing their blade at. To be sure a few of the individuals gathered around were irritating enough that the Daemon would gladly cleave them in two. But many of them HAD been rather polite, and the armored figure did not want to upset them by doing so. A bit of an issue.

A small tap on Rasteva's armored leg brought them from their reverie, and their burning eye settled upon the Dragon Man called Eze. An interesting sort as Rasteva was not unfamiliar with Dragons, but had not seen a being quite like Eze. The Daemon would have gladly fought him, as his previous display of magic was quite impressive. But the Dragon Man had already made it obvious that he took no pleasure in it.

A shame really.

The Daemon listened closely to what Eze told them, as it had become clear that this was not the first Arena the Dragon Man had entered.

"One that is meant to be a holding pen. Something only to be walls and a floor. Or an arena made by one who does not like to use things for their purposes."


Rasteva could only let out a loud creaking sound at that moment, a sound the Daemon made only when they were bothered by something. "So we are but pieces on a game board? To be moved around and displayed at the whim of some bored God?" The loud creaking sound continued. "It is looking more and more as if This One will be trapped here with you for Eternity.....Or at least until you natural lifespans run out."

The Daemon's eye resumed drifting about lazily, revealing nothing about the thought's roiling in the figure's mind. "If Rasteva had simply killed them all to begin with....This One would have long since been freed....." The eye settled first on the girl playing her flute not far off, and then on Drake, attempting to make peace with the Flaming woman. It settled back on Eze, looking quite tired of the whole ordeal, and then on the masked individual, seeming too shy to speak up. "But as things are now.....This One cannot do such a thing to those so unwilling to fight....It would be very rude."

The Daemon's eye was beginning to fade from sight, a sign that the figure was moving to meditate deeply. "Rasteva will wait....Hopefully something of interest happens soon." The armored figure's burning eye flickered out of view, and their visor went completely dark.

It did not stay dark for very long.

Shouting cut through the air at precisely that moment, a rather grating voice throwing taunts and insults at all gathered around. The Daemon's eye flared back to life once more, and for the third consecutive time that day, Rasteva wished that they were capable of sighing.