Beltane: I watch the gladiator fights with a bored expression, whispering under my breath "These fights seem so rigged, don't you agree brother?" I turn to Sammhain. Sammhain: I nod and cringe at the damages done to the swords.
Beltane: I hold my tongue and resist the urge to start shouting, seething with rage. Sammhain: "Calm sister, so what if rigged fights entertain the folk, it is not your place to question it." I whisper, holding Beltanes arm with slight strength.
Cato: Laughs and slightly kicks his horse "don't get over yourself. C'mon you're already falling behind"
Alexander: -goes to the changing room to talk to Silvio, knocks and walks in, passing up Fae- Hello old friend
Silvio: if you wanna end the war quickly send a decoy troop to the front while the actual troop attacks from both the right and left side ending in less casualties and a quick surrender