"Six hundred fifty four bottles of beer on the wall... Six hundred fifty four bottles of beer... Take one down, pass it around, six hundred fifty three bottles of beer on the wall..."
To be completely frank, sitting on his ass in a cell for half an hour, waiting for an execution was not enjoyable. Especially with the bag over his head. Wasting time by counting down from 2500 was boring as hell, but at least he could tell that the guards around him were getting particularly pissed off about it. Fortunately they couldn't really do anything to him, which brought the smuggest smile to Gareth's face...
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"Ah finally! There you guys are! Must be time for dinner! I hear we're serving my head on a silver platter!"
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Ah yes. The sound of a crowd roaring for blood. That meant Gareth was either on a game-show set, or his own execution. He'd put his money on the latter, as he felt the feeling of some wood, rather than the cushy audience seats at a game-show. Whatever announcer was there said a few words that Gareth tuned out, before tearing off the execution hood with a showy motion.
"Yup, definitely not a game-show."
He probably could fight back if he really wanted to. He could summon fire wherever, whenever, so it wasn't as if there was an issue in timing. Hell, the so-called 'restraints' on his powers weren't very restrain-y in the first place. But he'd much rather not end up causing mass panic by setting the entire place on fire. There was likely a solution to the whole situation that could end in his escape and a peaceful resolution, but to be completely honest he didn't have the time to pull off something like that.
BOOM
"Well. Nice to see you again," Gareth sighed as he shook his wrists. They were in the future, were chains really necessary?"Guess I do owe you. But how about we discuss details while we aren't standing in a place that probably qualifies as a war zone."
"Nice entrance, by the way. Very cinematic," the white-haired man glanced around the area and nodded, "I see you brought friends."