"I hid for almost the entirety of the Arena I won. It wasn't intentional, but only a fool would go looking for people in such a state. Neither of us will be much of a match for any of the true competitors." The heat weighed down on them, the humidity clinging oppressively to everything from the curls on the back of his neck to his eyebrows. Every follicle of hair seemed to be just another opportunity to build up sweat. That, in combination with the tall grass licking at his legs through the athletic material of his pants, created an odd feeling of chance and pursuit. They needed to get out of the open. That much was obvious.

Abruptly, the fog lifted and a structure came into view. It wasn't much, but it would be worth inspection if safely deserted. Blue eyes narrowed at it, then darted over to Combeferre. They needed to get a read on it without revealing any suspicion.

"The only people I encountered for that Arena were Venus and a primitive man called Guy, neither of whom had any interest in killing me." He raised his voice slightly, as they approached, trusting that Combeferre would catch on. Without weapons, they both needed strategy.