Gladiators’ Pit (3)
Ravi threw his bottle away with force and stood there, arms extended to the sides as if sinking into the crowd's reaction to his presence. Like an artist receiving acclamation at the end of a play, he stood there, basking in the passionate cheers of Vailnor's populace. All races were screaming at the top of their lungs for the dark-haired human. Some tried to touch the man, who did not repel anyone. Alex and Rel'Tir hid their faces behind their hoods while the masses adored the man.
Ravi wiped his face in the process, adjusted his clothes, and continued to receive and smile at the praise. He looked like a statue of a hero, the complete opposite of the impression Alex had of him – the remains of a hero dead years ago.
"That's the opposite of being discreet!" Alex hissed and pulled the man down by his clothes in a swift movement.