Around the other guests in the box, their personal guards took up positions facing the tunnel entrance, whilst their patrons scrambled and pushed one another, trying to flee, hearing the fighting getting closer. Only Justinian and two others didn't move, instead staring at the centre of the arena.
Isis looked back and forth between the arena and Justinian, wondering what his plan was. Although she wasn't one of them, she had a gut feeling that if anyone managed to fight their way to them and had the chance to execute everyone, they wouldn't discriminate against her. "What is the plan?" Whispering towards the man, he didn't say anything, instead staring at Innocentius as he began to sing again, uncaring of the violence raging around him, instead conveying his message through song.
