Sigma wasn't the only one in the theater. Sabriel walked out from backstage, frowning as she looked at Klim, and her fingers tightened around her knife, but she didn't move to attack. Her black dress was in tatters, after she'd ripped it to make it easier to move in.

"Doctor Klim," Her voice was guarded, and she seemed to be eyeing the water as much as the man in front of her, "Fancy meeting you here."

She didn't want to hurt him- didn't want any of this. If this lesser arena was anything like the last, the one Hans had one, there would be multiple victors.