Brance's eyes kept moving toward Cynrik's left hand as his agitated older brother continuously made a slight flick-like twitch every half second. The motion, in essence, was just enough to move but not enough to trigger the ejection mechanism of the Assassins Tool.
{Brance, have a little faith; even I know better than to openly attack someone at Tier-5 with something like 25,000 people surrounding us.} Surveilling his surroundings, Cynrik noticed that only the people from his tournament bracket were currently on the ground level of the Arena's open area. In contrast, all the other teams, be they Tier-1 or higher, had been assigned special seating with the other 125 academies in their bracket.
'Kid, that was reckless as all get out. Never in my life have I seen someone with such gall as to assault someone two Tiers higher than them, and if someone had told me it happened, well, I would have called them insane.'