[se] underfoot

It was so very easy for Remi to hide with no light in the sky. Of course the torches helped illuminate pathways and whatnot, but in a world filled with shadow, the Alchemist's magic let him fade away into the background almost as soon as he settled himself into it. On one particular night, feeling mischievous and unsettled with Ronin around, Remi made his way to the boxing ring. Sinking his body against a tree, obscured by bushes and quickly overtaken by his magic, the Alchemist seemed to disappear altogether.  Reaching out with his magic and spiny-plants he'd brought with him, Remi set out slowly hiding the husks beneath the sand of the boxing ring. He was careful to smooth the surface over and then approximate footprints best he could, so that the ring would appear as it always had. When Sunjata awoke to train however, he'd hopefully find that his opponent wasn't the only one against him. Hopefully you've built up callouses on your feet, Arbiter. The Alchemist thought to himself as he slunk away back into the night (or was it day? It was so hard to know, without the sun to demarcate time). And if he hadn't? Well luckily, he was enamoured with a certain doctor who could easily patch him up. Remi has hidden spikey plant-husks beneath the sand of the boxing ring, muahaha. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space