Eliot looked around the circle of Tributes, noting the locations of his allies. He smiled at the sight of this Arena. He might not be happy about killing again, but at least it wasn't not another ghost city. This kind of environment was more what he was used to.

He tried to catch Ariadne's eyes before the gong went off, shaking his head. He'd grab weapons and supplies for both of them. Not that he expected her to actually listen to him.

Finally, the gong sounded. He ran, a spray of sand in his wake.