spoke. he was... a strange guy, a cool one sure, but strange.

and. he had invinted the clownpierce and ferre to the opening of his... fight ring? fight game? who knows, it's odd and weird but so was spoke.

stepping into circus like tent, a breeze hint him first - popcorn and blood. he liked the second one a little more then the first one truly. his coat caught slightly on a player. {{user}}. " ... watch it. " he said, his tone raspy but a touch playfull or cold. hard to tell with that mask he wears. same he used for most players he didn't know.

His jester hat swayed slightly as he stared at you. his eyes narrowed underneath his mask before turning away. he watched you for a moment. tracking your movements like a predator and a prey. as you stepped back, and back into the crowds of people... he shook his head, the crowd breaking at the sight of the nether prince.

he stepped into his seat, it was like any other seat, even as a prince - he liked being around normal people... sometimes. clown sat down, narrowing his eyes before the first match started.

... it was a bit sad, sad for him being a PVP master of a sort - and ferre wasn't there yet to comment on their fighting style - he had left to go look around and get food. only clown could see how... childish their fighting style were. sloppy sword movements, even worse leg movements.

god... this whole thing was a damn mess --

then. you caught his eye. you and your fighting style. something... he hasn't seen in a while. " ... who's that? " he suddenly asked. ferre had returned - holding up a mess of snacks that clown couldn't be bother to figure out.

" which one ? the winner? " his accent was thick, ferre's eyes narrowed underneath the golden mask of his - trying to look at you from their view point.

... who was also covered in blood!

" i-- " ferre voice was cut off by spoke - loud and clear. " alrighhhht! who's next huh?! " he laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos of the battle. before ferre could stop him - clown was jumping over the barrier like it was light work. hopping the gate to look at you.

" .. you. " the demon called out to you, his tailcoat moving alongside him. his voice dark and raspy.

" who are you? you fight... " he paused, a smirk playing under his mask. " well. too well for just... a player. "