“Get down!”
The warning had barely left someone's mouth before the Arena erupted.
Candidates dropped where they stood, some throwing themselves flat against the dirt while others stumbled over one another in their haste to get away from the entrance. The crowd in the stands surged backwards, sending a wave of shouting through the tiers as guards rushed towards the disturbance.
Devvyn ducked instinctively, one arm coming up over his head as Aela grabbed the back of his tunic and pulled him lower.