He winced as he watched the healer ignore the order, but recognized that she had chosen the correct course, the leader was in the wrong. He should have picked the two archers near him to pick off the mage, not the healer trying to get her team back on their feet. He winced again as the solid fog came up, and stared at the sorcerer at the back of the group, who didn't attack or try to dispel the fog, apparently out of fireballs and gusts of wind. He watched the fight turn into a slaughter, and was already heading off as the five surviving of the fourteen assaulting Pipers pushed free of the fog, an attack from the wizard leading their charge at the four surviving Tigers, but the odds were firmly in the Piper's favor, and despite the leader's heroics, and stupidity, the archers couldn't do anything to turn the tide, and the sorcerer couldn't put out enough damage to do anything significant to the outcome either. He was at the stand as the arena announcer called the battle to its end, and checked his money pouch as he headed to the Tiger's staging area. The leader of that battle had been a guild veteran from before he had came to the city nearly a decade earlier, but he knew the healer was going to get the blame. And for some reason, that pissed him the hell off.