The crowd cheered around him, and despite how lightheaded he felt from having the pressure released from his chest, adrenaline still pumped through every inch of his body. Bending to pick up his hammer from Landes unconscious body, the roar of the crowd only egged him on. By raising his hammer, he told the arena he was about to talk, and an utter hush fell over the pit. Everyone was interested to hear what he had to say, and he had the entire arena's attention. The sheer silence of the arena almost felt wrong, but he was excited to call out Cerci. With a heavy hand, he let his hammer slide down his hand, until the head came to rest firmly in his one hand. Pointing it easily, all heads turned to the weasel in the crowd.<br/><br/>"So, Cerci, now that you're champion not only failed to beat a little girl, but failed to beat me, I'd reckon unless you were planning on coming down here and fighting me yourself, that book is mine," he shouted up at the man. Although Landes had technically beaten Neris, she'd fainted from her own exhaustion, or so it would appear to the crowd. And then he slipped enough to let a simply unprepared man to beat him with a fist. Any semblance of honor the weasel had left after paying off Landes to beat a small girl and then openly doubling it was gone if he either fought to keep the book himself or gave it back, and the arena knew it.<br/><br/>Even now, the booing was picking up, and he could see several people throwing food at the man in the stands, other cheering him on, wanting to watch Ocieros beat someone else. Bloodthirsty as ever it seemed. Cerci looked down at him with disdain, realizing the situation he'd been put in. But then a sick grin spread across his face as he grabbed his booze, and opened the book. "You can have to book back, it didn't have what I wanted anyway," the weasel growled from the stands, the amber fluid running through the black print on the pages. As he poured it, even from the pit, Ocieros could see the pages getting weak, tearing and smearing. With a flippant toss, the few remaining pages tore apart and the remains of the book fell into the arena.<br/><br/>As Cerci stood to walk out, Ocieros shouted into the crowd, "How honorable of such a degenerate weasel to admit his paid off champion lost to a little girl. And how easy it was for me to put Landes in his place unprepared, it's a shame your words can't defend your honor in the pit!" Although no one stopped the man as he walked out, Ocieros could see people hitting him and throwing their own beers at him as he walked out of the arena, not even acknowledging the challenge. One of the children tasked with keeping the arena clean were already gathering the pages of the book as he started to help. "Thank you child," he said as he patted the young lad on the back, before going back into the prep rooms to check on Neris. He'd kicked her fairly hard, he hoped she hadn't hit her head as she fell in.