The hustle and bustle of the arena made Faelan uncomfortable. The number of demons pouring in and out of the made his hands itch. Just the number of horns and tails he could see made him want to pull out his sword. It was ridiculous how many demons pretended to be civil here. This arena was just a glorified way for these abominations to act like the savage beasts they were and make it seem like a sport. Even though he'd spent more time with Shula, and it was a wonder he hadn't killed her yet.<br/><br/>Despite every sense in his body going off the charts with how damn dangerous he knew this was, there was almost a thrill to it. The hairs on the back of his arms were standing on edge. Every ounce of his being wanted to go into the arena and kill something demonic. The very aura of the place made him uncomfortable. There was likely a handful of things in the arena at this very moment that'd try to eat him alive if they knew he was human. He sighed as he thought about that, the thought of them quite literally eating him alive. Trying to recall Vince's image, the picture he brought to mind was a homeless man with sharp angles, and more than his fair share of scars.<br/><br/>They were here to find one man. He recalled something about Halder(?) having a small demon issue, but he couldn't recall quite what it was. Shula, in all her eagerness to get going, hadn't let him finish reading the assignment sheets before shoving them into her bag. But now that he was standing in the face of this massive coliseum, he realized finding Vince, alive, was going to require either a lot of luck, or more time than he wanted to feasibly spend in this place.