Darius wanted to act. More than anything. He would have, too, if his fucking brother hadn't held him back.
Roark sat in the stands, and while his gaze was on the fight, his voice was in Darius's head. You can't interfere.
But Darius wanted to. How long could Shereen battle the sea creatures the duke kept tossing at her? Apparently longer than expected. She actually made it through unscathed, and he had a moment to think she might win when she was dragged and dumped into the water.
She sank. The ripples on the surface disappeared. The arena fell silent.
It meant the duke's cackle could be heard. "And then there were none."
Even Roark couldn't stop Darius from charging across the floor. He screamed a challenge, "Think again, squid fucker!"
He raised his gun, only to have a hand of air slap it away. His dagger almost ended up stabbing his foot.