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Shock appeared on the teal beauty that was Nocere's countanence then in seconds she laughed.

"I did not mean to insult. I meant that you would fit because you were strong and could survive." She lightened her laugh after a couple of people bumped into her right side. A quick sigh and she continued. "You are not ug-," The pinball of a man stopped in front of them and Nocere moved her white pupils toward him.

She turned her face back to Phylas after giving the man a look of confusion, he was not talking to Nocere and didn't seem to notice her. Who would? She was standing by the man that reflected light from almost all parts of his body.

She politely answered Phylas question at the same moment the man was apologizing. "My boots, the fuel in them, is what you are hearing."

The spear wouldn't budge, as Phylas would only give him a weird look. The gladiator was fuking strong, obviously. He merely turned to Nocere and forgot about the man with the eastern weapon and lack of intelligence.

Drawing a katana on a man with a bladed shield, and going to intercept a spear, that thing could have been shoved in his face along the straight blade while the sheild came in for a bash.

Most novice move he'd ever seen a fighter do, and then to pull a weapon that requires broad strokes when they are in a crowd.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the woman with a peculiar look.

"Should we be on our way?"

Phylas motioned Northeast to the Arena with a shrug in his shoulders.

6'1 with barely half an inch added by his sandles, Phylas hardly considered himself big with all the combatants he'd met in the arena. He turned back from Nocere with a sigh.

"Kid, I am standing here talking with a lady. You almost bump into me because you are a clumsy fool."

Phylas was beginning to loose his patience, still pointing that spear at him.

"You aren't worth my time. I suggest that you move on."

The emotionless tone of his voice, and the glare of Phylas' eyes was enough to make a typical mortal man back down. Strength radiated from him, along with all those beams of light from the diamond coated edging on his sheild and the large pike coming from the center of it.

Even the hilts coming above each of his shoulders, made Phylas look even that more deadly.

"I look forward too it."

Coward.

Phylas thought about the scrawny man with the Eastern blade, going back to Nocere. He hoped they would be able to get too the arena soon.

The Gladiator was far more equipped to be doing fighting there, then in the middle of a crowd.

Here, Phylas was likely to shred as many innocents as oppenants.

"Please."

Phylas began walking through the dispersing crowd into the streets of Latent, knowing only what direction the arena was by the position of the sun. His black hair absorbed the sun on his neck, but the dark tan barely felt it.

"By the way. Are you a fighter as well?"

Phylas asked in mild curiousity, considering his travel partner was also wanting to go to the Arena.

"My Xyston War Spear and the Hoplon shield are my primaries."

Phylas heard something of a tournament, and shrugged his shoulders. He'd only been in one tournament before, and it was a bore. He had to continually dodge fireballs and the like. Not his idea of fun.

"The Lakonian and Kopsis swords across my shoulders also come in handy."

Phylas was also not hesitant to nod his head, showing a gleaming pike sticking out from the red feathers that could obviously be used as a weapon.

"I also have these recurved daggers in my greaves that take away magical, and paranormal powers. I recieved them after almost being killed in one tournament by them."

Phylas mentioned.