"Nobody stays dead, nobody leaves..."<br/><br/>The smartly-dressed man in a three-piece suit and tie, who had been leaning against the wall shortly after his interjection into the conversation, seemed satisfied by what he'd heard.  The whole of his situation was nine kinds of fucked up, but right now he was on the yea side of too drunk to care too much about it.  (That was okay, though; he drank better when he fought.)  The slaves and power part was appealing on its own merits, but the idea of being able to plant his particular mark in some Nexus of Worlds was probably the best way to earn respect he could conceive.<br/><br/>Besides, this wasn't the first time he'd fought in an arena for the pleasure of the crowds.<br/><br/>"No holds barred, no bitching afterwards?  This is my kind of setup."  He pushed himself off of the wall as the shrouded woman issued the first challenge-- and disappeared in a puff of smoke.  "Do fights run concurrent, or do we get to watch them go along and on?" he asked, jerking a thumb at the space she and he had occupied.