"That's not a good impression," Alyndra commented, her eyes drilling into Atrox.
She not only enjoyed gambling and the thrill of using others for her entertainment, but she also liked seeing her opponent get crushed. She loved seeing the hopelessness reflected on their faces.
But not this time. Tiber was as calm as ever, and Atrox only smiled, raised his cup, and wet his lips with the wine in his hand.
"Hummmmmmm," was all he said as he watched Slya get rammed into the wall.
"Oh shit! She's going to die! Atrox, you have to get her out of there! Team 14's member is too much for her, not to talk about a vice leader! Please, Atrox, get down there and get her!" Xan said, his face carved in panic.
Alyndra smirked. "Maybe you should listen to him."
Yet again, Atrox didn't say anything. He simply raised his cup and pointed back to the pit.
