On the sand of the arena, Helial's team was arranged in a circle around its leader. Vlad and Frankenstein looked at Helial, worried.

"What did he say to the cat?" Vlad asked Frankenstein, trying to gather information.

The Goblin's gaze shifted to Helial, who had an arm around Snowflake's neck and a wicked expression on his face. Even the glimmer in Snowflake's eyes would have made a demon's skin crawl.

"I have a strange feeling about this," commented Vlad scratching his chin and embracing his bow.

“You heard the plan, didn't you? They should be discussing the details,” Frankenstein shrugged.

Vlad shook his head, dissenting. "They aren't discussing the details."

"What are they doing then?"

“A diversion. He wants to use a diversion,” replied the fire-haired boy confidently, pointing to Helial with a nod of his chin. "I wonder what diversion he has in mind and why would he choose Snowflake."

Vlad and Frankenstein kept talking to each other, trying to figure out what the hell Helial wanted to do. Then suddenly Vlad clapped his forehead with his hand.

"Right! Snowflake is a Heavenly Star Tiger! His Clan should possess several Sound Skills, such as roaring or the like. Maybe he wants to use one of those!"

Frankenstein narrowed his eyes and began rack his brain: "Right, right. Such a noble and pure breed must have techniques to cause PANIC among their enemies!"

Lumia looked at the two with pity and patted Lulu on the shoulder, suggesting her to be prepared for the worst.

"What do you mean?" Asked Lulu with the innocence typical of her age.

Lumia chuckled as she continued to watch Frankenstein and Vlad rattle on. "Look."

"Yes, yes, such a noble and pure race must possess an Inheritance dating back to the beginning of the universe. Yes, surely, he will have some refined and incredible tactics!” observed Frankenstein, more and more convinced.

"Exact! If the roar of a Dragon can destroy the enemies' minds, the Heavenly Star Tigers' ones must be as powerful! "

"Who knows what incredible Ability could be used!"

Helial was very satisfied with his plan and rubbed his hands with complacency. His gaze was terribly lively and demonic and no one would be surprised if horns had popped on his forehead.

Even in the bigwig's grandstand, there were discussions about the match that was going to take place.

This time Nelia spoke, moved by great concern.

"I hope that cat doesn't do something too disgusting," she said to Cesar. “When he wasn't training, he was always hanging out the black market in Suburra. He also began to speak like commoners. It wouldn't be totally inappropriate if he took an etiquette course. "

"I used to talk like that once, before I met you," laughed Cesar. "But I don't see how his language can influence the clash: here we need facts, not words."

Nelia felt reassured by the words of her husband and thought that, at least on that occasion, the royal family would have avoided making a bad impression because of that cat. But once the clash ended, the Queen would have imposed a good bath and a very thorough etiquette course on Snowflake.

Just then, Snowflake rose on two legs facing the enemy team, who had already unsheathed their weapons.

The audience waited impatiently in the same way as Frankenstein and Vlad did. The only one who was slightly worried was Lumia.

"There it is!” Whispered Frankenstein excitedly.

"Here comes the roar!" Vlad commented, pointing to the cat.

With his imposing and proud height, Snowflake emitted a deafening roar, worthy of his lineage, directed against Medusa:

"YOU SLAAAAAAAG!"

Frankenstein's anxious expression turned into disbelief and his face paled, however much a Goblin could whiten. "Slag?!"

"Did he just called her a whore?" Vlad said with tears in his eyes.

"Great roar," said Helial, nodding.

Frankenstein and Vlad immediately turned to him, about to burst into tears of despair.

Even the audience was stunned and lying with their leg upwards.

But none of them knew that the show had just begun.

"DO YOU LIKE DICK?!" said Snowflake grabbing his genitals, "YOU DON'T, EH, DYKE, DYYYKEEEEEEE."

Helial stood proudly next to his teammate, while the rest of the group wanted to bury their heads in the sand. What kind of diversion was that?!

On the main grandstand, the two Immortals were trembling slightly. Was that a clash in the Colosseum or had they accidentally entered the circus?

Big was lying on the ground, dying of laughter, with tears in his eyes and trying to catch breath.

Guiccia too was laughing like an idiot, so much so that it seemed that he could stop breathing at any moment.

Despite the pangs in the chest from Cesar's beatings, the two, with humble origins and no noble education, were tearing their lungs with laughter.

Nelia, who first had been worried about the consequences of Snowflake's words, now had a shocked expression. But the Queen didn't like to complain and get angry, and she always looked for the positive side in all things. Rolling her eyes, she exclaimed, "At least it seems to have worked."

All the eyes then moved to Medusa and saw that the girl, raised as an aristocrat, had turned bright red.

"How dare you ..." Medusa trembled visibly.

Vlad looked at Frankenstein and pointed to Snowflake: "Wait, wait, look he's catching his breath! Maybe it was all a trick to throw her off balance, and now he will use some divine roar! "

Frankenstein clapped his hands and said, “EXACTLY! BRILLIANT!"

Lumia, however, was ready for catastrophe.

Snowflake raised his muzzle to the sky, like a pack wolf ready to howl at the moon: "YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU DYYYYYYYYYKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!"

Dong!

Everybody was thrown to the ground.

But were they sure to be witnessing a clash in the Colosseum?

Cesar felt his hands itch and he had to breathe deeply several times before blocking the unstoppable instinct to jump into the arena and skin that cat alive.

Aure was paralyzed and didn't even know how to react.

If Snowflake had seen the face of Orma's two great Immortals, how proud he would have been! Not only had his roar shaken Medusa, but it had been super-effective on all audiences, including those two monsters!

Tzh!

Who needed the techniques of the Heavenly Star Tigers Clan, when they possessed incredible secret techniques like Snowflake's ones

"What kind of beast is it?" Shouted someone from the audience.

"Well, I died from laughter," said another, wiping tears from his eyes.

In the midst of all that bustle, Medusa now heard only muffled and muted sounds, as if she were in a bubble. Not only had Helial killed his sister, but for that damned beast the brat always had at his side it hadn't been enough to piss on her head, and now he wanted to spit on his honour as well.

With her Chakrams in hand, Medusa sprang forward like a bullet, ready to tear Snowflake to pieces. She was not at all interested in the fact that she had made arrangements with Helial. At the moment the only thing that mattered was to tear that poison-spitting animal to pieces.

"If you want, as Supreme Cat, I can try to heal you from your love for women with some of this," said Snowflake, still on two legs, still grabbing his crotch.

Margherita, Aiako, Atlanta and Ceni were all stunned, unable to react.

Crispio, while everyone was panicking, watched the battle. He was pondering what had just happened. Although Cesar was the person with the greatest strategic acumen, Snowflake's action had shook him enough to prevent him from understanding something very important.

Deducing something, Crispio grasped Helial's plan step by step.

“If the members of the Tristia Team had tackled Circe's group individually, whatever the outcome, some of them would have died. If Helial had fought first and Medusa last, previous clashes would have tired him out and he would not have been able to face her. Conversely, Medusa could have faced his companions first and defeated them easily. Although I do not doubt the boy and his friends' abilities, the probability of dying against Medusa would have been very high for everyone, except for the King's dear disciple...

“Instead, by deciding to have a group fight directly, that rascal immediately minimized losses and disadvantages. But I never expected his scheme to be even deeper. Not only has he minimized his losses, but Medusa is now attacking the cat, which is the fastest and most difficult to catch in the group. And just as the young descendant of the Sect of the Excellent is caught by rage, someone has already moved... "