Claude couldn't take his eyes off of what was happening even if he'd wanted to. The whole thing was just too horrible to try to ignore.
When Sync did the unimaginable and began to press his weight down on both of Guy's undoubtedly broken arms, Claude pressed himself against the wall, as if unable to believe what he was witnessing. Screams sickeningly similar to the noises that had roused him that night Sync had stuffed him into a closet echoed throughout the coliseum. Desperate, Claude briefly paced up and down the edge of the invisible barrier, like a caged animal looking for some sort of escape. But no matter where he looked or touched, there was no apparent weakness in the wall. Martin Landel had set this up to be a fight between only Sync and Guy, even if that meant locking Claude out while he was forced to watch that monster torture his friend.
Being a spectator alone was unbearable enough. He couldn't begin to imagine what Guy was going through on the other side of the wall, as Sync grabbed him by his hair and began to strangle him right before Claude's eyes. The way he'd deliberately turned Guy to face him while this was going on didn't go unnoticed. Sync was trying to make this as painful as possible for everyone involved, that bastard!
But it was the realization that Guy was unable to fight back, that he was going to be condemned to a gruesome death he didn't deserve, sent Claude sagging to the ground. He faintly felt his sword slip from his grasp as it clattered onto the dirt beside him. This was almost exactly what had happened when he watched his father die -- powerless to do anything to save anyone, he'd been forced to his knees and frozen into place.
The same sorts of feelings coursed through him -- terror at the thought of losing someone he loved, fury at such senseless cruelty, horrified from finding himself completely and utterly useless...
"That's enough, Sync!" he yelled -- at least, he tried to, but his voice caught in his throat on the last syllable as his eyes began to burn with tears. "Please..."
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
When Sync did the unimaginable and began to press his weight down on both of Guy's undoubtedly broken arms, Claude pressed himself against the wall, as if unable to believe what he was witnessing. Screams sickeningly similar to the noises that had roused him that night Sync had stuffed him into a closet echoed throughout the coliseum. Desperate, Claude briefly paced up and down the edge of the invisible barrier, like a caged animal looking for some sort of escape. But no matter where he looked or touched, there was no apparent weakness in the wall. Martin Landel had set this up to be a fight between only Sync and Guy, even if that meant locking Claude out while he was forced to watch that monster torture his friend.
Being a spectator alone was unbearable enough. He couldn't begin to imagine what Guy was going through on the other side of the wall, as Sync grabbed him by his hair and began to strangle him right before Claude's eyes. The way he'd deliberately turned Guy to face him while this was going on didn't go unnoticed. Sync was trying to make this as painful as possible for everyone involved, that bastard!
But it was the realization that Guy was unable to fight back, that he was going to be condemned to a gruesome death he didn't deserve, sent Claude sagging to the ground. He faintly felt his sword slip from his grasp as it clattered onto the dirt beside him. This was almost exactly what had happened when he watched his father die -- powerless to do anything to save anyone, he'd been forced to his knees and frozen into place.
The same sorts of feelings coursed through him -- terror at the thought of losing someone he loved, fury at such senseless cruelty, horrified from finding himself completely and utterly useless...
"That's enough, Sync!" he yelled -- at least, he tried to, but his voice caught in his throat on the last syllable as his eyes began to burn with tears. "Please..."