Re: Sidelines
Lispro enters the sidelines with ease. Not that his muscular frame couldn't push the crowd, but such brute force is simply not needed. The combination of his stern demeanor, fearsome size, and the recent carnage he inflicted in the Battle Royale serves to part the crowd in front him without any effort.
For his part, he ignores the faceless mass. They scream and chant, wail and wager, but they do not fight. They press close to the walls to give themselves the illusion of being IN the arena, but that wall is everything. It separates the raptors from the cattle.
His expression is flat as he stoically examines the sideline area and observes the match progress. Then he sees Josep. Surprisingly, his expression softens. A smile is even rumored to have surfaced as he sat.
The two stay for some time discussing this idea that Lispro has of an Alliance of gladiators. Josep does most of the talking, of course. Leave it to the wizards to fill the cup of conversation. Still, Lispro appears to enjoy himself. The ice wizard is no cattle. That much is certain. Their battle was glorious, and even in the confident glow of victory the druid knows that his victory had been balanced on a razor's edge.
The ice wizard has earned his respect, and that is why he begins the Alliance with him.
He nods, pleased for the most part, and occasionally adds a thought or counter, "...Alchemy pulls its power from the earth mother through the plants and rocks, but always the vessel must harness the power and channel it...."
When the witch enters the conversation - uninvited, it should be noted - the druid sours somewhat. He has been both partner and foe of the ratfolk, but he cannot help but find her distasteful.
Literally. She had tasted awful as he had chewed on her in their last match.
"If you ever seek a more worthy master, little dinosaur, come find me," he says to Svog. "Until then, tell your mistress to add some seasoning to you before our next match. With some sage and thyme you make an excellent appetizer," he calls after the departing pair. Then he laughs. The sound is like gravel scraping down a hill, but the mirth cannot be missed.
He turns back to the ice wizard, "I like this place."
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