<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9b/13/67/9b1367821532b3e938305cda6d55cd5b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Geb (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15856903#msg15856903)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Ninja<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Arena stands<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>  <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shiloh </span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Everything just kept getting worse. Shiloh couldn’t seem to break the hallucination, and the chemist took his time healing before bombarding her with another flask. Unlike the match before, the ninja was starting to believe that maybe just General Ralot and the Onion Knight had been god-class fighters. The chemist hadn’t done anything special. He was weak and Shiloh should have easily destroyed him, but it seemed the scientist’s wit made up for his lack of fitness. He was slow and overly-confident. He seemed as though he was going easy on the archer. If Geb could narrate the battle, he imagined the chemist lauding himself or speaking some villain’s monologue, and Shiloh was saying something along the lines, <em>You’ll never get away with this!</em><br/><br/>The ninja had finished the sausages and was cramming handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. He felt nervous for Shiloh. If she lost, the death would have been so pathetic. How could she lose to a man like that? At least Geb would have ensured her death was an honorable one—somewhat. He had his tricks if he needed to use them. Shiloh was getting burned and it made Geb’s hand close tightly around the popcorn within it.<br/><br/>“KILL HIM!” Geb screamed in futile.<br/><br/>There was no way she could have heard him through the blood-lusting screams of the Caerdujans around him. Contrary to his shout, they were screaming for their fellow fruit-eater to kill her. Somehow, Shiloh had managed to break her hallucinations to fire an arrow that made Geb abruptly stand from his seat. The bucket of popcorn dumped from his lap onto the head of a man a seat below him, sending popcorn raining like buttery snow down his shoulders. The entire crowd fell silent for five seconds as they stared in shock. They watched the chemist recoil, but there was no blood. Had it been a false arrow?<br/><br/>Because of the silence, soon everyone could hear the chemist’s frightened whimpering as he seemed to be struggling to remain conscious. <em>Sleep spell?</em> Geb wondered. It seemed like a kind and yet cruel fate. Geb saw one of the dragons take interest in the vulnerable meal. To think, that could have been Shiloh’s fate if she had been afflicted with the same concoction. The chemist fell facedown and the black dragon landed, guarding the body like a kill. It was over even if it seemed like the chemist had restored himself to full health. The potion had been all for naught. He should have killed the archer when he had the chance, but he had been too full of himself.<br/><br/>Geb’s red eyes turned into thin lines in what should have been a half-lidded or narrowed-eye look. <em>Get out of there,</em> he thought as though he had the ability to speak directly into the archer’s head. She had survived, and she might have been lucky. The dragons concerned the ninja. If they hadn’t been there, then he was certain the chemist still would have lost regardless, but the dragons could have been used in a twisted individual’s favor. They were a cheap card to play if they were used. One didn’t have to kill the opponent. They just had to stop them with a sleep spell or something likewise. It was dirty—dirtier than any of his own tricks. It should have been outlawed, but he had a feeling this wasn’t a battle about who really could win. It was about who had the most guile.</span>