Angelus followed on the heels of his father, his gaze darting every which way in an effort to take in everything. It was a long walk from his home to grandma's home, but the journey had been fascinating. His dad had pointed things out along the way, landmarks that could guide him to and from Arcanum and Imperium if he chose to visit, and the boy had soaked it up like a sponge.
Reaching the tournament thing, the boy's pace slowed as he took in the mountain of a brute who was next to his grandma. Wow, he was big! Maybe not taller than his dad, but wider. He was like a tree trunk! Was that his grandpa? He looked kind of like Viola. As he continued to follow his dad, Angel's eyes briefly flashed to Aster. Oh, another boy! And he had eye spots too! An uncle, maybe? Oh, Angelus hoped he liked play fights and tag too. And that he was a bit nicer than Viola. His dad had told him to kill her with kindness if she was a butthead again, but he was only capable of so much.
