He pressed his lips to his knuckles as he calmly deliberated the situation. The crowds roared with a sickly pleasure as he stared intently into the distance, lost in thought and entirely above the situation at hand. He was in one of those moods, afterall it had been quite the day already. Still, that wouldn't change how lost he was in thought at the situation which had risen to him. Before him, greatness lay plain as an apple hanging luxriously off the lowest branch, easily in reach and riper than its breathren, unnoticed by other passerbys. Yet, he was more interested in the tiny lady bug which flitted from leaf to leaf in all its oblivious splendor, going about whatever life it felt doomed to in its current state.

Leaning forwards, he appeared almost as intense as the statue that had been carved by Michelangelo, the Thinking Man, or whoever it was. He had that quiet intensity captured on his face for an instant. Lost to himself and oblivious as the lady bug to the roaring approval around him. Reaching forwards, he felt as if he were grabbing at the hand which he'd seen in the market only moments ago, his hand coming up short and reaching higher at the ever fleeing fingers. Such tiny fingers, simple and unscarred and youthful and happy. The hands said so much about that girl he'd seen in the market. In fact, he'd shed a tear as he held his tongue, watching as his father callously ordered her hung a fortnight from then.

She was so young, how could one so young be damned to die?

In that moment, his outstretched hand took an almost unconcious shape, something beyond his thoughts and yet, entirely in sync with them. His hand seemed to clench into a fist and his thumb shot upwards towards the sky, towards heaven, towards the gods and the deities and Zues' home.

In the pit below, one warrior slunk away angrily as the second breathed a sigh of relief as he sunk to the dusty floor and into a pool of his own blood.