The realization that swept through the stands ignited a powder keg of an uproar that slammed against the stone walls of the arena with physical force.
The collective shock of witnessing a Tier 3 warrior get folded like laundry vanished instantly, replaced by the chaotic, deafening roar of a petty mob that had scented a technicality.
"He's right! That's armed robbery!" a scarred warrior shouted from the front row while pointing a finger at the blade resting on Nico's shoulder. "He ain't a member! The Settlement doesn't cover him!"
"Oh, shut your trap, Goran!" an older mage countered with a scowl while crossing his arms. "Luger lost fair and square!"
"It doesn't matter! Rules are rules!" another voice screamed from the upper decks while vibrating with the excitement of prolonged violence. "If he isn't registered, that's just assault! Strip the rookie!"
It was a convenient, sudden amnesia.
