Jacob continued his attempts to wake the girl to no avail. He reached an arm under her body and hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the arena. As he reached the security checkpoint (where the guards usually reshackled him) he was met by military soldiers pointing guns at him. He slowly held his hand up in front of himself and told them he wasn't trying anything. He lightly set the girl down in front of them and stepped back with his hands behind his head. The guards shackled him at with guns pointed at him and led him to his cell, leaving the girl behind to the other guards' devices.<br/><br/>Jacob sat in his cell for three more hours afterwards, he had a cup placed across from his bed on the ground. Jacob decided he should practice that shift he had done earlier. For those one of those hours he practiced stretching his arm out and grabbing the cup using the mass in his opposite arm to lengthen it. The next two hours he tried seeing what he could attach to the end of his tendril arm. He was able to replicate the bone spear he had put on it before. He also was able to form a heavily armored fist on the end of it, using excessive amounts of bone mass from his entire opposite arm to supplement it. The fist was rough and black and the sound of it slamming into the ground echoed through the cell. He decided to save that one for shifts other than his tendril arm as well. He did his best not to use up any of the talon girl's mass so that he could save it for the next fight. He began formulating various excess mass shifts in his head. With the extra mass he could always separate it from his body in the form of some sort of projectile weapon...he would have to think that one over. For now he decided he would stick to using that extra mass to enhance his arsenal of battleshifts.<br/><br/>Lieutenant Matthews knocked on his glass ceiling and looked down at him, wondering what he was doing.<br/><br/>"What is it?" Jacob asked, annoyed.<br/><br/>"I just wanted to congratulate you on your previous victory, and to tell you that you have another match coming up really soon." Matthews said, his smile growing wider.<br/><br/>"Oh alright..." Jacobs said, not even trying to feign excitement.<br/><br/>"Ten minutes, you have ten minutes to get ready Jacob." Matthews said, walking away as he began the sentence. His voice began to trail off as he left the room.<br/><br/>Jacob was getting sick of this routine, he wanted to get out.