Persea pressed her lips together, keeping them closed and flat. Her eyes flickered, her mind raced over what she should do. She wasn't about to bless this man with enough power to possibly outshine her own, when she gestured for him to stand aside.
"I will not need your services unless I call upon it. But I will put an end to this chaos."
And standing as tall as she could at her minimal height, she looked out angrily to the crowd and commanded the man beside her, "Blow the horn to end this fight. And make the announcement known that chaos is not tolerated before the Shah!"
And with a nod, a tall, obsidian skinned man beside her stood up and lifted a great, crooked horn to his lips and blew into it three times. First, it was long and powerful, enough that it shook her ears and the stands all around her. The second two were much briefer, but powerfully blown none the less. Then once some of the crowds attention began to look her way, the man bellowed out the command, "This fight shall cease! By order of the great Shah, Persea! She decrease, by virtue of our great Goddess Hakeshna, that no chaos shall reign before her!"
And with that, the crowd began to roar, and Red Sun stood there, stunned, as the portcullis began to raise with the slow, heavy clinking of it's chains.