Grey's voice wasn't loud either, but the acoustics in the coliseum were truly something to behold. One might have thought that he had spoken into a loud speaker, and yet had whispered into every one of their ears at the same time.
Many of the guards froze, a small minority of them actually unsheathing their weapons in response. But the king's hand was still up and none of them dared to move.
A grin spread across the king's face. For a moment, all of his royal air vanished and Grey felt like he was facing off against a war lord who had just got done pillaging a village of all its food and women.
"I hope that mouth of yours remains so sharp. Drag the losers away. Clear the arena. Leave our little hero where he is. Today, we will have Blood!"
"BLOOD!"
"BLOOD!"
"BLOOD!"
The guards came and dragged the trio away.
Actually, while they were all heavily injured, and the mohawk man was facing both severe burns and an equally severe lack of a hairline, Grey had left them all alive.
