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Otis turned towards Valen as he passed.

[b]“It was a disappointment, certainly. But what did you expect? Ah, don’t answer that question. I don't care.”[/b] He stood up as well, brushing something invisible off his pants as he did so. [b]“As for me, they’ve met my own expectations until the very end. Neither truly wanted things to come to this, and did not commit.”[/b]

But noble ilk would see it as an excuse, and Otis had no interest in speaking with Valen further anyhow. A message from Chunji came in; it was read and then ignored. Ciara pushed herself up, disappearing into shadow once, then twice. Though there may not have been conclusive evidence yet that she was an Umbralist, her actions here had twice-damned her. Iraleth seemed not content with staying down, despite (or because of) the irreparable damage done to her future, and pushed herself up once more, no doubt prepared to pursue. And even Hildegunde was scrambling out now, as if the chaos of these happenings was the perfect opportunity to brute-force all the security present.

It [i]was[/i] the perfect opportunity.

Otis descended into the arena. Principal Raja was gone, but the woman present was undoubtedly an individual that held authority too, judging by the sheer breadth of healing magic she could utilize.

[b]“I am Otis Tan Arillo, from the same class as Ciara,”[/b] he spoke, gaze settling upon the undermage. [b]“As you can see, Ciara’s Ethos grants her near-limitless potential for teleportation, especially now that it’s evening. However, I [i]own[/i] the sword she wields.”[/b]

There was not a flicker of emotion, of hesitation, in his voice.

[b]“With your permission, I would like to assist in her capture, before another victim is claimed in a moment of childish desperation.”[/b]