***
The walk to the Colosseum was supposed to be a dramatic march.
Many a student had likely practiced their "cool" walk in the mirror.
Instead, it was a mosh pit.
As Ignotus and his cohort neared the massive stone arches of the Academy's arena, a swarm of people descended on them. Reporters that held recording crystals and quills that moved on their own, buzzing like angry hornets.
They shoved past Lykos, who looked incredibly offended; ignored his wall, Ulv; and swarmed Ignotus from all sides.
"Priest Ignotus! Priest Ignotus!"
"Please give a moment of your time!"
"Over here! A word for the Daily Oracle!"
Ignotus stopped and glanced at them.
"Do you know who you'll be fighting in the first bracket?"
A reporter shouted, shoving a crystal in his face.
Ignotus, caring not for the lack of personal space, nodded.
"No. Nor do I have any in mind."
The reporter blinked.
"You... haven't checked the bracket?"
"Nope."
"But this is a cross-year tournament!"
