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Fashionably late as per usual, Ophion took a seat in the stands off to the side of the match. The indigo blood took care not to be near any of the more rancorous trolls, or any trolls at all for that matter. Seeing the queen in a heated battle with a lowblood was certainly the last thing he had expected to behold when he had entered the arena and socializing would only deter him from his newfound purpose: watching for bloodshed. Not from the yellowblood of course, no, he had plenty of that hue (though he would enjoy watching it spilled nonetheless). But the queen's blood...now that was what he was interested in, obsessed with even. Pulling out a pair of opera glasses he watched the proceedings with mounting excitement, his breath hitching with each blow Aprife landed and sighing when the skin on his opponent remained clean.

There was a twinge of disgust at himself that rose from the pit of his stomach when he realized he was rooting for a yellow blooded troll; but then he reminded himself how, sometimes, sacrifices had to be made for the greater picture. If his doctrine needed to be adjusted, than so be it. After all, any moral or ethical code was inherently non-existant, even his own, all of them simply abstractly contrived for the sake of those who wished it to be true. It was the reason he wished to topple the hierarchy as it stood, the reason he found the sea dwellers and their automatic royalty status so detestable, and the reason this subjugglator sat on the edge of his seat screaming silent, mental cheers at a low blooded troll attacking his queen. "Just one good hit," he whispered, "just enough to spill some on the ground, just enough for me to gather for one test..."

Frossa genuinely seemed surprised by Pyre's answer. She thought the girl to be much older; but perhaps it was simply due to their impressive difference in height. She shrugged, taking a large chomp out of the dried meat in her hand. "Oh, I didn't realize you were so young!" Frossa grinned, giving Pyre a once over with her sunken in eyes. "I suppose it's due to your..." She trailed off, grasping at civilities to hide the not so nice meaning behind her words. "Your robust charm, yes?" The highblood grinned and batted her eyelashes sweetly before returning to the food in her hands. She didn't comment on Pyre's clothing further; her sense of fashion wasn't much better than your average troll's. She could, however, plainly see that most trolls dressed like they did so in the dark- which they technically did, she supposed, but that's what stylists were for! Finishing off her meat and giving her grey fingers a few licks, Frossa returned her attention to Pyre as she spoke up again. The greenblood's expression remained as stoic as ever, and she seemed deadly serious as she confronted the smaller highblood. The corners of Frossa's lips twitched, but otherwise a smile remained painted on her face, cheek to cheek.

"My deal?" Frossa echoed, lifting a finger to her chin as she thought to herself. She supposed she got into small, insignificant scuffles with lowbloods who didn't know their place all the time. It sort of just came with the territory of being a bratty highblood. She couldn't possibly be expected to remember them all! In all honesty Frossa wasn't sure how to react when Pyre was summoned by the Queen and the beetles had been shoved into her hands- certainly in any other situation she would have acted differently. Right...? She scoffed when Pyre accused her of either being a liar, or insane. "Why can't I be both?" She let out another laugh; this time louder and more drawn out as she giggled at her own joke. Except it was actually sort of really true?