"Hey, Kid, You're up; get in there, and don't freak out due to the flashing lights, music, and roaring audience sounds. We have a live feed broadcasting from several hundred Arenas around the continent, so it's pretty noisy in there."
With near-perfect timing, The headset man stepped over and spoke to Cynrik. At first, he wanted to give some time for the two men to finish their argument, but with several people screaming GO in his ear, the headset man couldn't allow them to continue any longer.
'Walk and talk, Old Man; I've got a show to put on for my millions of adoring fans and admirers.' Smacking his lips and spinning on his heel, Cynrik assumed his position back at the head of the formation.
Behind him, the members of MyrkLys straightened their backs and put on serious facial expressions, causing the headset man, Saylin, and even Geralt, to recoil from the strange and oppressive feeling they were emitting.
*Mass Release Chapter 8/15*