Charon watched as Jason took a step back from the approaching skeletons.
'Space won't help you, idiot. You don't have a ranged weapon, and this arena doesn't allow you to escape. It's do or die.'
It was easy for him to judge when he wasn't planning on doing any of the fighting himself.
The screens above him flickered to display their battle from an aerial view, while some tennis ball-sized drones buzzed around to catch any audio.
'That's convenient. Now is my chance to make the audience love me.'
He gave a deep bow, his head held straight up as he spoke. He purposefully made his voice high-pitched, hoping to feed comedy into every syllable.
"I hope you don't mind that I brought a few friends. They have been dying to meet you!"
His joke drew a few chuckles, which was better than none, but it wasn't everything he had been hoping for.
'Tough crowd.'
His eyes scanned the rows of faces, each one carrying a different opinion on what was funny.
