Max leaped about the stadium, avoiding the mortars of sand that slammed about the arena, keeping him on his toes.
At this point, only the brown-haired lady was acting, the jester merely taunted Max from a distance.
Even though Max was slightly offended by the taunts, he was thankful that he hadn't resolved himself to attack.
The jester would definitely be the end of him if he attacked. He hoped to find a means to escape with Lara and the rest but unfortunately, the crimson barrier around the coliseum put a damper to his plans.
Running out of options, Max gritted his teeth.
"What do I do?... I don't have any long-range attacks that I can use to bother them while I wake up the others." Max wondered if he would be able to wake someone up to aid him.
"Sir Lloyd seems like a strong guy." He thought as he turned in his direction. The moment he tried to make a move in said direction, Flow of Peril screamed at him to run and that was exactly what he did.
