By sunrise every seat in the Colosseum was full, ninety thousand citizens packed shoulder to shoulder in the cold. Down on the sand where Orlov once kicked him bloody, King Atheron knelt for the second time that morning.
"Baron Flint, I offer you the Crown of this Kingdom before all my people, so none may ever call it stolen," he said.
Hajin pulled the Breaker's Lever from his belt, using its tip to dig at breakfast stuck between his teeth.
Tail lashing, Juna hissed from the barrier, "Idiot, you are picking your teeth in front of a king, if you say yes to that crown I swear I will—"
"He's thinking, wolf, let him think," Ferra muttered, elbowing her.
"It's a very good pry-bar, Mutt, it does everything," Hajin said around the metal.
"Scrap, that is Answering Metal, you do not floss with it, are you out of your damn mind?" Ferra snapped, her face a thunderstorm.
