A commotion broke out in the crowd behind her, and Kileena turned her head slightly to see. People were trying to get into the arena, but a rush of others were running in the opposite direction. She turned around to face the panicking crowd as they surged backwards, people were knocked over and into merchant stalls, and a chorus of yelling and screaming filled the air. Kileena took a few slow steps towards the crowd, the sheer panic urging her suspicions as she walked towards the gates of the arena. More and more people poured out the gates, but quickly enough the traffic trickled down enough that she could venture inside, reaching up to put a sure hand on the hilt of her sheathed longsword.<br/><br/>Inside the arena, bright orange flames rained down around the slender figure of an Arcane Horror. Kileena whipped out her longsword in a hurry, pulling her shield off of her back with the other hand, and started into the arena. The twisted horror within rock and ice was rocketed by falling ball flame, one after another, and it wailed gluttorally in pain and anger. As quickly as she had entered the arena, though, her mind took over and her steps ceased.<br/><br/>She would not walk into that storm of fire, Kileena had no idea what was going on here, and the two mages situated on opposite sides of the writhing horror caught her eye. She watched both warily, recognizing one as a guard, though the other seemed a stranger. Her eyes jumped back and forth between the trapped horror and the mages, though in the back of her mind she realized there was still a crowd gathered around the fighting pit, and all had likely seen the mages at work. With the current tensions as they were, Kileena had a good idea what might happen should the templars arrive to find the current situation. Innocent or no, displays of unsanctioned magic and Arcane Horrors lurking about in public never fell on kind graces with the templars.