Gods, whatever. [ stop bitching at your doctor, even if will probably knows him well enough to know he is grateful and also worried out of his mind now. but it's fine. it'll be fine. the arena's...not that big. probably. if they work fast, they can get the flag, finish the "fight" and get out.

(they won't, they won't, they won't. but neither of them are good at giving up.)

he grabs will's hand, lacing their fingers together knowing exactly why will's purposefully doing this and he begins to pull him forward. ]

If we don't pop them it should be fine. And the good thing is nothing else is coming out of those things. I would call that a plus. [ he sidesteps a small pool of lava as he navigates them forward. ] ...just stay focused. Pay attention to me. Think about getting out of here.