"Wouldn't happen to fancy the colour red, would she?" he asked. "I'll be sure to send her flowers for tarnishing her good name." Of course, he was just being sarcastic and would sooner send flowers to a Dalek. War was never honourable. Yet...he was on the right track, sort of. The question was...who else could be behind it? People possibly like the Eternals in nature, but not in boredom. They haven't spoken of using ephemerals yet and they liked to throw that terminology around like a hot potato.
"So someone who doesn't like to play fair, huh? That much was clear from the very first match," he said, keeping his voice in an even tone. "Now! From what I can understand, there is a barrier around this arena," and he threw a paperclip he had in his pocket at the arena just to illustrate what he meant. Good thing it bounced away, or it would've pegged the man in the arena in the back of the head. "And there is one right here." And he knocked a couple times on it just to be annoying.
"I'm betting if we had enough people, we could break the barrier, but it can't be that simple. You can remove and restore the barrier quick as can be. And simply breaking the barrier won't cease these proceedings, so there has to be something else. Some other thing we need to do..." And he trailed off for a moment, not caring that he'd been thinking out loud again. He was watching King Bob and Weber's expressions as he spoke, gauging their reactions. He was back to that same dilemma plaguing him since he'd received that letter from Shay. His eyes fell on the hourglass, the grains of sand still flowing downward.
"That hourglass..." he said softly, glancing at it. "The sand didn't begin to flow until you officially started the match, and you said to make sure it never stops flowing if the match is to continue. Will that hourglass only work in this Coliseum, or can it be removed once someone has it in their possession?"
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"So someone who doesn't like to play fair, huh? That much was clear from the very first match," he said, keeping his voice in an even tone. "Now! From what I can understand, there is a barrier around this arena," and he threw a paperclip he had in his pocket at the arena just to illustrate what he meant. Good thing it bounced away, or it would've pegged the man in the arena in the back of the head. "And there is one right here." And he knocked a couple times on it just to be annoying.
"I'm betting if we had enough people, we could break the barrier, but it can't be that simple. You can remove and restore the barrier quick as can be. And simply breaking the barrier won't cease these proceedings, so there has to be something else. Some other thing we need to do..." And he trailed off for a moment, not caring that he'd been thinking out loud again. He was watching King Bob and Weber's expressions as he spoke, gauging their reactions. He was back to that same dilemma plaguing him since he'd received that letter from Shay. His eyes fell on the hourglass, the grains of sand still flowing downward.
"That hourglass..." he said softly, glancing at it. "The sand didn't begin to flow until you officially started the match, and you said to make sure it never stops flowing if the match is to continue. Will that hourglass only work in this Coliseum, or can it be removed once someone has it in their possession?"