Their plans...
"Talk," Mordred commanded, his voice icy.
The man, recognizing the futility of resistance, sighed. He had been through this before, he knew protocol. "Alright, alright," he said, honesty was the best policy. "Black mask, glowing whitish eyes… attacked everyone in sight. Didn't seem to know or care about the tournament rules, just… destruction and robbery."
He continued" and he eeemed like he just… showed up and started fighting. Like a new participant."
Mordred's brow furrowed. A rogue competitor, disrupting the tournament at its climax?
A heavy silence followed the man's answer. Mordred leaned forward, "How strong was he?" he finally asked.
The man shifted uncomfortably, rubbing his bruised arm. "Come to think of it… I don't know. He wasn't exactly wearing his stars on his head."
"Useless," Mordred muttered under his breath. With a snap of his fingers, the servant in green materialized behind the man. "Get him out of here." Mordred ordered