Snippet #4756

Xilas chuckled as Dustin hopped away, and walked his way to the arena. Again, he noticed the heads turning to see the all-metal scythe he carried with him, but instead of looking at him as odd, they were intrigued. Xilas ignored the stares, and made his way through the growing crowd. The arena was packed, people jammed elbow to elbow, and he could barely move his way through to the front without stabbing someone with his scythe. He found his way to the front, however, and saw a couple seats unoccupied still, and sat down, saving the other for Dustin. He also balanced his scythe on the tip of his nose while waiting, both to amuse himself, pass the time until the ceremony started, and so Dustin could see where he was sitting.