[Being partnered with Mordred felt like a good balance. Distractions, big, loud, noisy distractions, that was something Mordred could probably pull off without too much of an issue. All Chiron really had to do was pull strings to make sure that the right eyes were looking in their direction. Destruction, pointedly so. An ideal match.

Besides. Mordred had proven, time and again, someone worth talking to and hearing out. Chiron was hard pressed to think of a conversation with her that he didn't enjoy, as she often brought up interesting topics in unexpected ways. There was no artiface about her either. Few people could be as straight forward as her.

Just like now. Chiron frowned as Clarent was tapped against the compound, and he tested his own (non-magic) arrow against the outer wall as well.]

You're right, the arena had something similar. Probably because something like this was anticipated. [Chiron frowns at that, nodding to indicate that Mordred's right about attacking the front.]

It's safe to assume that this kind of protection extends around the compound entirely, so we need to change our approach entirely. Quickly. [Chiron does not put his arrow away. He holds onto it, frowning.] We're probably expected. But there's too much going on right now, so we have to draw eyes back in with a dramatic gesture.