Tilo cracked his neck and stared at Helix with a mocking expression.
"Tell me, Helix. Do you think that your illusions can surpass mine?" He mocked.
The two were standing in the arena, but a black magic circle now surrounded the floor.
Large signs were posted around the stands outlining a schedule of when the area was closed for private use.
While activated, the circle prevented others from entering or seeing what was happening inside.
There was a recording illusion of Tilo beating the shit out of the young man for trespassers to see.
Tilo found the scene amusing; Helix did not.
"I'm not certain they'll be more useful or effective." Helix replied with a slight smile.
"What I can say is that mine will be prettier."
Tilo laughed.
"That's a bold statement. The ladies love my illusions." The man chuckled.
"You shouldn't change your face for the women, master." Helix replied with a mischievous grin.
"Hoh? Courting death at 9 am?
