Where there is ruin... (Ireland)

[Sage]

Sage stumbled forward as the wall of air dissolved in front of him. But the battle raged on. Feats of power unlike he'd seen before. And he'd seen a lot with Nox as a friend. Jaxen was good with the illusion if the Cabaret were any source of judgment, seeing his own face mocking Aiden made Sage angry. Why fight at all?

He wasn't an idiot, as much as he wanted to stop the fight between them getting in the middle of things would only make his life forfeit. "You two are idiots." Sage yelled. "You fight for what. Trinkets. I thought better of you both. At least before Jaxen, you never tried to kill a man. It was for the sport, the game of it, but never to kill, maim, and murder. And you Aiden." Sage hung his head and shook it, his long mop of hair swaying in the motion before he looked up. "And for what. To entertain a bunch of cowards? Who decided that instead of fighting you themselves they'd pit you against one another. Maybe they are the ones that should be running. Maybe instead of fighting you turn your combined force on our captors. Or better yet you try your fucking words."

Sage stayed off to the side of the arena but he moved so he could see the oh holy snake thing that spoke to start this whole fucking thing. "You see. This is why they hunt you. Why they hunt them. This is why man eradicated you from their existence." Sage dug into Nox's documents even as he spoke. His stores weren't large on his wallet but still it was his to access. His own personal library of myths and legends. What he wouldn't do for Aurora right now. "You hide in the shadows. The Atharim barely believe you exist, but I see you. I will send them after you. I know where they can find you. These reborn gods the world is so afraid of nothing in comparison to what is out there. You want to watch the world burn in here. Fine. But the Atharim will come."