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Get him on his feet! Keep him fighting!! Let's see how tough he really is!!

...*Hiss*!

What? What the? St... Stay away from me, alright??

What say I toss you down there? Get you closer to the action? Huh?

Wait.. you...

What are you doing?! You're a KNIGHT and you're gonna assault the audience?

...What...

Where's security?! Security! There's an Infected assaulting civilians!!

You sonnovabitch!

Gagh...

Y... You...

Still have strength in you?

Guh—ulgh... blugh...

That's close enough, Brassrust, he's liable to die.

He might be Infected, but still a registered knight. We don't need the National Council pestering us over an Infected.

Tch! What are you gesturing at me for?! Huh? Who do you think you are?

One of us has to lose, Brassrust. There's only one victor in this match.

Exactly what I—

What is this? Wind? You still intend to resist?

...You...

Hah. You know, an electric fan destined for junk blows more of a breeze than you do, Infected. What's the matter?

...You'll... regret this...

Hoh...

Has he a death wish?!

The wind's—picked up? He's still got strength?

Ngh—

You!

All of you...

Hey, hey, look at the Infected!

What's he doing?! Is he casting Arts?

You—

—Arts? No! He can't keep this up—

Ingra... and the rest of you!

None of you have the first idea what the Infected have to go through... Did we get Oripathy because we wanted it?!

Families abandon us. Fellow soldiers abandon us. You people throw us into the beast arenas like trash, to bleed alongside starving gloompincers.

I'll have you—

I'll die here.

Right. This is an arena. A Major arena. But in the end, it was only ever built to hold greater and greater show tournaments.

No.

No matter where it is... what does it matter when an Infected 'has an accident?'

Don't resist, and I really will be beaten, wide awake, to death.

That's right.

I need to resist.

There's nothing left but to resist.

I'll make you... pay in blood...!

Ugh, the wind's getting stronger...

Hmph. If I hang around here, come soon enough, I won't be beating any of you. My Knightclub superiors will understand.

I was thinking I'd win by playing the bystander. If there's no chance, I'm out, I'm out! You deal with this yourselves!

Infected can cast without an Arts Unit. That's unfair.

I'll be reporting to Northwood Knight Order, Infected have to be constrained... We should withdraw for now, Brassrust.

Brassrust?

Not a sound... He wants to kill me, waste his very life on these Arts so he can humiliate me...

No! You can't run!

Hah! Why would I ever run?

I'll tear your miserable Arts and that face of yours into pieces, and dance with your blood under my boots—!

Come! Unmentionable Infected!

I'll... do you in.. I'll...

Oh.

When we divorced, was she the one who got the photo album?

Shame. I won't get to see my precious—

Wha—What happened, right at the end there? Did the wind stop?

Then...

Then Brassrust's hatchet... it...

No! Shit!

*pant*... *pant*... Such a floundering outburst, and where did it get you?

What's the matter, Infected?! Spent at the last moment?!

You mockeries of—

Hold on... is he...

Dead?

The Infected... died?

But––

Get the medics here! Now! This is an arena! An infection on this scale—

Brassrust! Get away from him!

He died...?

Hahah, hahahah... he tried casting that piffling burst of Arts, and died?!

This is why you Infected all—

Please vacate the arena, Brassrust Knight, sir.

The medics are stepping in. When we're sure there's no risk of contagion, we'll transport him in a sealed container.

...Tch.

Pinus Sylvestris—! Do you want every knight here your enemy?! Well?!

—Put him down!

We're taking these precautions for the safety of the rest of the knights as well as the audience. Please comply.

Brassrust, sir, please make your way out.

Hmph, filthy knight... I certainly don't want my life ruined by Oripathy...

Are you Infected too? Please calm down, this is a Major...

Ugh...

Can't you see he's still got life in him?! Move!

Now!

Steady. Are you looking to provoke the Knights Association?

Leave this to the medical personnel—

*cough*! *cough* *cough* *cough*—!

*gasp*...

Let me over!

Leave her be... she's Infected too. Get the audience evacuated first.

Are you alright?

Heh... not exactly...

Blood loss... least of my problems...

Aches in my infected spots... they're spreading... hurts...

Dear visitors: there has been an incident in the arena. We ask that you follow staff instructions for a prompt evacuation. The award ceremony will be postponed by two hours.

We repeat—dear visitors...