Tyrell was running towards the crowd. Bloody guards, he enjoyed it more when he was chasing the perp. Though crowds worked better for him than they did for the people chasing him. He jumped over a railing down into the crowd and immediately slowed down but kept moving. Once he was far enough away from where he landed he merely looked up at the King as he gave his little speech, that was when he heard the guard behind him. "Have fun with this." Shortly before he was pushed down into the arena.He looked back at the guard waiting for him, and the much bigger burly contenders. This would end badly if they took a blade to his arm as his natural instincts would come to play, the relic would harden his skin and he'd look like a living statue and that would be incredibly bad for business. 

He drew his sword and looked at the other [i]contenders[/i]. "So, when do we get started?" This was really bad. Didn't help that it was a dirt was dried out. He had had some success with manipulating mud and dirt but not enough to make a difference in a fight, and he couldn't really heat it up without making it obvious. Even if he channeled the heat into his sword someone would see. No, this was going to have to be a box standard fight. No powers, until it came to a last resort which was highly likely looking at his competitors.