"Totally better than faking it," one of the blobs says. The one next to it nods, making a sort of shrugging motion. "They're just two-leggers anyway. The redhead -" it points at Shatterstar. "-he used to be something. One of the best fighters, before he went rogue. Dunno where the new guy's from, but Mojo has his ways.

The shaking is getting worse - now it feels like the stands are vibrating just the slightest bit. Shatterstar gives up his defensive pose, throws his swords to the ground, and practically tackles Julio, arms wrapped around him as if it'll stop things.

"Julio, no, you can't, you'll tear yourself apart inside."
The reply is quiet, fatalistic - only the way the arena's been rigged for broadcast means someone other than 'Star can hear it.

"I know. That's sorta the point."