*the response is not in words. instead, you receive a memory; the arena fragmented, part green and growing, part decayed and broken. A figure on the throne, speaking nonsense. Fourteen looms, one strung in each team's color (though no details of what they contain.) The sound of a woman screaming, from above. and then...
...a wave of pressure, a disorienting twist of space, and everything is normal. King's admonishment to leave, now, with Soldier backing him. Ren, trying to remain, and loudly protesting being removed; a few others, leaving reluctantly, and more leaving with alacrity.*