"Trust me kid, I used to think like that. All the years of scrubbing floors and taking shit from good for nothing higher-ups pretty much soured that principle for me. All over-achieving got me was shiny medals to decorate my superiors' robes and extra hours of duty. Not really a good reward, is it?"

Marvarax's twitched a little "is that what you think my principal is, over achieving, for me anything less then my best was a death sentence, if I didn't do everything in my power to win then I  only had my funeral to look forward to, HECK, not even that all things considered

"Is that so? What war did you fight in?"

"I fought the war of being a Gladiator in a corrupted slum city. Every week my life on the line for amusement, and even out of the arena, people want revenge, or they found out about the match up and want to make the first move, or someone's just god damn bored"

"I see. Well, it looks like we both had different kinds of lives before this and so it kinda makes sense the same things won't work for the both of us."

"ya, I guess your right" Marvarax waited a second before continueing "heh, I probably wouldn't have risked my life so some suit can get fancy metals"

"Is there a training ground or something we could settle this in? If not, I'm sure there's a clearing we could find in the forest."

"Hm! True enuff, I s'pose... ugh.. wha?" Marmaduke smacks her lips a few times and gives her head a few shakes before glaring at the bottle. "What? Wai--" The rest dies in her throat as she flails trying to keep hold of the bottle. WHICH she does... eventually. She looks between Nara's retreating form and the bottle a couple of times until the former disappears from view in the crowd.
"... It's not like I'm on duty right." She mutters as she takes a deeper swig of the bottle. If the bottle isn't empty by the time Nara gets back, it's well on its way to being so as the dwarf tries to down it's entire contents. 

“Settle what!?”, exclaimed Liam to Lawrence. “I don’t even know who you are!”

Harmond responds, "And I'd probably take my job more seriously if my CO didn't give me self-destructive and practically suicidal commands."

Marvarax scuffed "it's like basic human life doesn't matter to them"

"I know right. It's like commanding others to do heroic stuff makes you the hero."

"it my case it's even less, just some corrupt greedy coin countering bastard get money off of your sacrifice"

"My name is Lawrence Whitmore, champion here in the Coliseum, channeler of druidic powers, and brother to Mirium Whitmore, who you killed. I intend to take revenge for you killing her, however I will achieve that. Is my answer to your satisfaction?" 

"And then they have to always be right. I ran from a fight; my CO ran from the same fight. Somehow, he's the hero who valiantly fought a losing battle before barely escaping with his life. I get branded as a coward and get exiled. Who needs 'em."

Liam only needed to hear the name 'Whitmore' to internally freeze up. He didn't know the girl had a brother. He wanted revenge? He chose to kill him as soon as he saw the murderer? Liam should have taken that other guy up on the disguise offer.

"W-What makes you think that I'm the same person!? Liam's not exactly a unique name!"

((Not making a deception roll, because Liam didn't lie yet))

"Exaggerated they may be, descriptions travel through rumors as well as events. Add your panic and that it would make sense for criminals to fight here, and there's no doubt that you did it. I've seen you fight, I heard about the murderer using an ax. Convince me you aren't the one who did it!"

"Are you kidding me? I was on a team with two other people using battleaxes! And I've literally done nothing but fight in the arena since I got here!"

Liam was telling the truth. Descriptions helped, but several of the arguments didn't hold water. Still, he started panicking. He had to redirect this.

"I'm not going to have this conversation AGAIN. Especially not with the announcer right there!"

Redirect the attention back to the announcer. Hopefully that would do something to help his situation...

((Still didn't lie.))

"ha, I wish it was that easy for me to escape my war"

OOC;Liam you realize that insight and deception can be used for more then just lying, like finding intent 

"Again? You've talked about this before? And the announcer doesn't have to be here, we can go somewhere else. Like the forest. So simple yes or no, whisper it in my ear." Lawrence leans in close. "Did. You kill. My sister. Yes or no."