Dietre had so far managed to avoid seeing any of the fights. Mostly it was due to his bad sense of time, and his dislike of leaving his cell, as well as the crowds. Friday he made a point not to consider going, Violet had told him she was fighting, and he did not want to see. He wasn't sure what his reaction would be to seeing her get hurt somehow, so it was best to prevent anything to begin with. If he laid low he'd no longer be subjected to those power suppressing drugs every morning.
Today, curiosity got the better of him. A rare thing indeed for Dietre was just not the curious type. He thought he should at least see what he was up against, and, well, he had a feeling if he stayed in his cell, he'd fall asleep. So he really had no choice but to get up and out. Of course, he immediately regretted his decision the moment he found himself lost in a sea of people, all heading toward the arena. He sunk inside himself, eyes downcast, and moved through the crowd on autopilot, hoping that once in the stands things would feel a little less hectic.
He was dimly aware of some sort of commotion, the milling crowd parting for some reason. Dietre didn't stop to consider why, he only thought to get to that open space, where he could move more freely and breath easy, even if it was only for a moment. A second later he walked into something low to the ground, he stumbled, grabbing on to it to keep from falling, yanking it harshly.
There was a gasp from the crowd. Dietre blinked, pulled out of his thoughts and back to reality. He looked at what he held in his hand, it was a thick chain, a turn of the head and he saw what was attached to it. A tiger.
He blinked, and blinked again, his hand still on the leash. His mind balked at the sight, sputtering to a stop. His only thought was simply, 'They have a zoo here?'.