>>6232163“Tristain, are you ready for today?” She asks you slyly. She moves her right hand through her hair, Bronte’s bracelet shimmering as she does so. “Just say the word, and I’ll make sure the Wheel lands on whatever option you’d like.”
>“That won’t be necessary.” You reassure the dancer. “The Yasha offered his aid in ensuring that the competition remains a fair one.” You point up towards the ledge where the Wheel of Fortune resides. Sure enough, Kosmas is already there, leaning over the railing and looking down on you. He offers you a friendly wave; a gesture that you return before turning back towards Chelsey. “He’ll be on the lookout for cheating, so it would be best if you didn’t use the bracelet.”You watch as Chelsey’s smile slowly melts, her face twisting into an unfeminine grimace. “...Tristain…am I to understand that you asked for help from the very assassin I told you is looking to slay our target. And that you’ve thrown away the one advantage that we had in favor of…random chance?”
>“He seemed well meaning and impartial enough. And your bracelet only works three times, right? While Targa could cheat without limit? I figured this way, they’re forced to rely on chance just as much as we are. It’s now an even playing field.”“It is absolutely not!” Chelsey seethes. “You’re still outnumbered five teams to one! Why did I even come here if you were going to do the exact opposite of everything Bronte wanted you to do!? Stupid man! Stupid, stupid man!” The dancer sobs into her fists, and begins muttering through her tears. “My lady…I’ve failed you. This man…I cannot comprehend him…he is beyond my capabilities…”
>“Oh, knock it off!” You chide her. “They could have 100 teams, it wouldn’t matter. None of their shitty warriors can hold a candle to me. Sit back and quit stressing so much. I’ll show you firsthand why your ‘lady’ has faith in me.”“Hello Tristain!” Klement calls out from behind. The Coliseum Conqueror has arrived on the scene, flanked by Adjunct Targa, his Bergliez knights, and his throng of Maya dancers. He jumps onto his throne, and stretches out his legs before him, getting comfortable. “I hope you’re ready to put on a great show! Look below us, we’ve assembled quite the audience. They’re eager for blood, so I hope you won’t disappoint them.”
>“No need to worry about that on my end.” You say, turning your back on the depressed dancer. “I just hope you’ve picked a group of fighters that can entertain me. I’d hate to have come all this way for nothing.” 