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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 4834746" data-attributes="member: 40413">Atapesh stood in companionable silence next to the lieutenant.  As companionable as it could get with a superior officer anyway, but the two had shared experience working under Mj. Orrien.  At the lieutenant's comment concerning 'certain officers' Atapesh began scanning the crowd of watchers finally finding the major with a crowd of his peers.  The major was speaking animatedly and his eyes gleamed, especially when he considered the exploits of Murrkin.  A frown flicked across Atapesh's face but he quickly schooled his features to blankness and returned his gaze to the arena.Letting his vision blur he watched the swirling mass of bodies until certain patterns began to emerge from the chaos of combat.  He seemed to see three focal points:  Murrkin in his mad frenzy, a young warrior lightly armed with mace and shield, and an oiled warrior bearing a great sword.  Now if he could only bring two of those points against the third.  He blinks and the patterns are lost.With a slight bow Atapesh makes his farewell to the lieutenant and begins a slow circuit around the arena.  Surely he can do something to bring the two together against Murrkin.  His brow furrows and he steps around a small cluster of soldiers betting on the outcome of the battle.</blockquote>