"Oi, oi. Did you forget about me? How rude." Marcus called out as he trampled dozens of green stalks, pushing them into the now-crimson water. He turned his attention to their attackers, "What are y'all doing? ganging up on a bunch of kids with knives. They don't even handle themselves like a soldier would." He sighed very audibly inside his helmet, "Look man, I know y'all are using knives and a lot of feelings get involved, but don't pick on the kids, pick on someone..." He glanced around, looking for someone and failing horribly. "Someone like me, I've lived long enough. Heck, even death may be welcome." He tilted his head, reconsidering his previous proposal, "Nah, forget that idea. You'll just end up scratching the paint."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Alois Blau smiled within his head, the deal was already sealed before he had even offered it. The two fools stood before him, still reeling from his words. Yes, this was the easy way out, to leave the arena, but it will take another year before they can continue their climb and in one year many things can change in the Tower. The merchant's way to victory; negotiation and blackmail. Of course, that did not mean he was frail underneath his clothes, it was just that he enjoyed interacting with people. Simple, simple people.