Duel:Ellamin v Iverfin, Match 5 of the Frostmaw Tournament

Duelists: Ellamin vs. Iverfin.
Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 10 minute posting limit.
Stakes: Autohit post with minor permanent maiming. Advancement in the Titans of Winter Tournament 2012.
Judges: Kaia, Dasha, Hanwi

Frostmaw Colosseum

Iverfin was waiting patiently near the gate of the Colosseum, stretching a little bit and doing a warm up now and then to keep her muscles prepared for the day ahead. The elf was disappointed that her mentor was not yet here, but it would not effect her performance~!

Satoshi passes Iverfin on her way into the Colosseum, offering the elf a nod of greeting before making her way to the private booth to claim her seat in preparation for the day's first match. Her quintet of Frost Giant guards, while massive in size and intimidating with plate armor and weapons, do a commendable job being unobtrusive as they take up their positions around the box.

Ellamin trudged slowly into the unfamiliar Colosseum, armor clanking back and forth with every step do to its heavy and metallic nature. There was little emotion displayed on whatever part of Ellamin's face was visible, eyes and most of his face covered by the vizard that was accumulated as part of his armor. Right hand grasping the handle of the mace known as Lights Wrath as it rested strapped to his side, he felt uneasy, this place was unfamiliar, and it just so happened to be that the royal family of this land was composed of vampires, one specifically, whom had gone to long unchecked apparently to reach the level of Revenancy. Truly and honestly scared for whatever may happen here, the young paladin stands stoicly in the arena, questioning, where exactly he should go...

Iverfin at long last entered the Colosseum, looking around with interest as she made her way into the fighting ground. There she spotted a somewhat familiar man - the one from the tavern~! The one who was asking if she and another woman had ran into any trouble lately. She offered a nod in acknowledgement, and perhaps respect, gaze moving to land on Satoshi.

Dasha entered into the colosseum and took a seat within the stands. She seemed to have an evident limp, her movements slowed by the day's prior events from battling within the arena below.

Satoshi, noticing both combatants are in place, climbs to her feet, the movement catching the attention of those nearby audience members and passed along to their neighbors so that a hush quickly fills the stadium. By now they know what's coming. And so the magus lifts her voice to declare, "It is time to see our will triumph in the match between the elf Iverfin, and the Paladin of Arkhen, Ellamin," the kit's gaze lingers a moment on the paladin then--having heard a thing or two about the recent anti-vampire declarations--and offers him a fanged grin, "Let the match begin!"

Iverfin 's gaze turned to Ellamin as Satoshi delivered her announcement, lips curling into a slight grin. As soon as Iverfin heard his name (and title) she felt as though she could fight; given that the elf saw no honour in fighting an opponent with no name. Hands dropped to her scimitars; feet already on the move - closing the distance between the two. A quick tug on her blades and The Bastard Sons were given release from the confinement of their scabbards. Singing as they left their 'prisons', one Son was turned downward - tip pointing to the earth, while the other was held out before her chest; tip aiming to her right. It didn't look as though it would make for much of an offensive~! But once the elf had picked up enough speed and lost enough distance, the elf would push herself forth - the Son pointing downward aiming for the square of his foot; obviously intending to be impaled upon the limb whilst her foot extended to kick him in the crotch. The elf wasn't friendly.

Sophie shouted, "Get your Noise Maker's to cheer on the combatants 100 gold each or 2 for a mere 150 gold."

Sophie shouted, "A Mobile pot-o-gold to store your vast winnings if you have gambled on the fight. Only 500 gold."

Sophie shouted, "Nancys-homemade Eggnog-Cake only 80 gold each. Very rare."

Satoshi's youngest guard parts from his duties long enough to wave down Sophie, eager to obtain some of her food.

Sophie smiles up at the young Frostgiant. "How can I help you, sir?"

Ellamin was caught off guard, why would they have announced that she was specifically an elf? Something felt wrong, and Ellamin was in a panic, could he bring himself to actually fight something that wasn't inherently evil like a vampire or any of the undead ilk? This was a battlefield, so why lost in his thought, he had unfocused his attention as the female elf closed the distance fast, and Ellamin suffered for it. The blade that was aimed to his foot met squarely with his armor, and pierced it, rendering flesh agape, a feeling of warmth bringing the young paladin of Arkhen back to reality from his dreamscape. Bringing his left arm up, he utilized the shield strapped to it to deflect the kick that was on a flight path towards some pretty precious cargo to any male. In the process of deflecting the kick, the paladin managed to distance himself slightly, which mean that there was no longer a blade in his foot, and the blood was allowed to flow freely from the wound. Drawing 'Lights Wrath' from his side, the male began to mutter, his lips moving quickly, hastily, fluidly, but almost silently. The armor about his frame began to glow, a light pouring from it that had to have been a result of the chant, although Ellamin never stopped it. Charging at the female whom had just struck him, Ellamin moved with a speed that wasn't seen when he entered the arena. The large bulky armor that surrounded his form was acting as if it held no weight as it continued to glow. Swinging his right arm back, and then forward once more, he flung it at her ribcages with a vigor that resembled his special brand of zealotry.

Sophie gave 1 Roasted chestnuts to Satoshi.

Satoshi's guard hands over some gold for the chestnuts, thanks Sophie with a nod, and shuffles back to his station--where he earns both disapproving and envious looks from his guardmates.

Dasha stood and approached Sophie, a finger moved to politely tap the elf's shoulder. "Do you have anything simple? Like.. Bread? And maybe some cheese?"

Iverfin near licked her lips when the blood oozed from the wound~! She was no vampire, that was for sure, but she was having a growing penchant for meat - the bloodier the better. As Ellamin raised his shield and deflected her kick, she retracted her foot instantly and her blade, taking a few quick-steps back. With the armour that Ellamin was wearing, Iverfin couldn't have anticipated that the Paladin could move at such speeds~! She would have thought the armour would have completely weighed him down. Magic was most certainly afoot~! The weapon flung towards her ribcage and the attempted to quickly step-back. Her chest took the impact, but not with the crushing impact it originally intended. She wheezed though, that was for sure. The Son that pointed to her right retracted and then ejected speedily, aiming to thrust the blade harshly into his shoulder. Whether she managed to or not; the elf would dart to the side and get out of range from that weapon after experience the impact it created. Her chest burned with the pain; nostrils flaring with anger. This elf seemed to have a temper unnatural to her kind.

Sophie gave 1 cheese to Dasha.

Sophie gave 1 home-made bread to Dasha.

Dasha smiled at the merchant, a humble nod made, " Thank you, miss." Then returned to her seat and began to eat.

Satoshi looks mildly peeved that Iverfin's attack on the paladin's manbits failed. The foxkin might just be slightly biased in this match, after all.

Karazius is pissed. Patrolled airspace indeed. Were it not for the unnecessary impediment to his preferred method of travel, he might of caught the beginning of the fight. As it is, he is late. And pissed. His burly frame attempts to mingle with the other humanoids as best it can, glancing at the duel here and there but primarily keeping eyes peeled for some indication of the Snow Maiden's presence.

Satoshi is, Karazius will find, rather easy to pick out, seated as she is in the private luxury box on a chair of ice, surrounded by armored Frost Giants. The kit noticing the burly newcomer is less likely however, as she's far more focused on rooting for the elf assaulting the paladin.

Ellamin grinned deviously as the elf dodged the initial contact of the weapon, there was a gap in the damage the two had received, and this was something that pleased Ellamin greatly, for there was that ace looming up his sleeve. Of course, once again all of this thinking costed the paladin, this wasn't a time for him to be thinking, it was a place for acting! Unfortunately, Ellamin couldn't act fast enough, and the blade managed to lodge itself in between the armor that was perched on his shoulder, causing more flesh to tear, rend, and release the warm blood from his veins. A grunt was given as the blade struck, causing the devotee of Arkhen to lose concentration on his chant and his armor soon gave up on that light that was consuming it, and he began to slouch, the set regaining its weight that it had lost momentarily. Prayers were tricky, and required constant chant, which Ellamin still had a hard time maintaining between strikes and blows. Grunting still as he moved his right arm which held the mace, he managed to still smile, the mace this time acting on its own accord, and shined with bright intensity. Even though there was a distance between the two again, Ellamin drew his mace back once more, and swung at the female elf as if there were in the same distance as previous, and it was apparent as to why shorlty thereafter. Light, a wave of light irradiated from the mace towards the woman, the holy energies blasting towards her to strike her down.

Karazius is quick to spot the vanity box reserved for social elite at such gatherings, and soon after the fox-kit within it. For the briefest and wildest of moments he considers disrupting the fight, but dispels the notion with haste. A little patience should reveal a less... Illegal way of attracting attention. 'Til then, the duel would suffice for distraction.

Iverfin watched as Ellamin slouched with a most pleased expression. She eyed him almost as if he were a piece of meat; prey to be hunted. Prey encased in a lot of shiny armour that sometimes would glow. As she was preparing to approach, the mace was enveloped in light and the elf became suspicious. She had little faith in gods or deities; being more of the sort who saw destiny in the stars. The light, thusly, confused her and then the wave approached. How can one avoid a blast of light~? The elf was knocked back, hand dropping a Son in order to push onto the ground behind her and retain some balance. She pushed off that hand, and began rushing towards the Paladin. The elf was a speedy one; she needed to be in case more of those waves of light came after her~! With only one Son in her hand, she ran towards him - a tensing in her free hand to eject the hidden-blade in her vambrace, foot kicking off the earth hard to give her a little velocity as she brought the hidden blade down hard - aiming for his other shoulder. Her chest was burning from the previous hit, the elf more easily breathless; her speed not as up to scratch as it should have been.

Ellamin was in quite the predicament. The way 'Lights Wrath' had worked was it balanced the scales, Ellamin had just discharged that balance at the woman with the blast, and now the weapon considered the fight balanced again, which meant the glow that had encompassed it, was disappointingly gone. Not only had the paladin used the weapons gift too early in the match, because of the armor that he wore to protect himself, he couldn't protect himself from this strike downward onto his other shoulder. It was hard for the paladin to raise his arms up high enough to block the hidden-blade. It was doubly hard for him to move quick enough to block it due to its weight and his growing exhaustion. However, there was a benefit to the woman having closed the gap between the two; that blade was located on her vambrace, meaning she was for better or worse, stuck to him for the moment. Grunting in fury, the paladin in a fit of mediocrity swung the mace again, it being his only real offensive capability due to the proximity of the woman. This time though, it was swung as if he were going to strike himself, however, due to the elven woman being there, it would have struck her in the process, in attempt to put her between a rock; the mace, and a hard place; his armor.

Karazius grunts, noticing the difficulty Ellamin seems to be having in his armour. "If ye can't take it, ye shounnae wear it," he mutters to nobody in particular, highland tones thick in his voice.

Iverfin 's mouth went agape as the hidden blade sank into the Paladin. It was like the elf actually gained some sick pleasure from seeing it all and being the cause of it~! This whole lycan business had really changed her. Of course, Iverfin anticipated that the man would be capable of little else - given that he seemed quite tired out so early on in the fight. She had expected a lot more; blades and shields and all sorts~! She didn't anticipate, however, that the man would seemingly try to hit himself with the mace. But she realised, she was covering the expanse of his back and was thus his target~! The elf didn't want to destroy her spine and so moved - but was stuck to Ellamin what with the blade sunk into his armour and him, and could only move a small portion of her away. The mace struck her with a sinister smash~! The elf's mouth agape as if to scream silently.

Winner: Iverfin, unanimous

Iverfin remained sprawled on Ellamin for a moment or two, before tugging the hidden blade free and slinking off of his form. She put her foot upon him, pushing him over onto his side and delivering a blow to his gut. She dropped the second Son and kneeled before Ellamin. She spoke absolutely breathlessly, "Ye... dinnae like t'vampires... I 'ear..." a grin offered as she pulled forth her hunting knife and pushing his mouth open with her free hand. The knife went to work - removing two teeth; the two typically lengthened for vampires. "Now, y'look like a shamed vampire." Teeth held in her palm, she tucked the knife away and stood once more. Iverfin looked to the audience and summoned a Frost Giant down. She told him something quietly, before patting his arm. The Frost Giant appeared to unbutton his oversized trousers and apparently began to urinate on Ellamin. The elf picked up the Sons and stood for a moment to eye the audience.

Eboric jumps down to the arena floor. He has been watching, silently, throughout the whole display, and now he approaches Iverfin, a feral grin on his face. He slips one of the golden rings from his arm and, bending it to fit Iverfin's smaller limb, hands it to her.

Satoshi , for the sake of seeming dignified, refrains of reacting to Iverfin's humiliation of the paladin. ...that is, until others begin cheering, which coaxes a wide smirk from the magus along with a salute thrown the little barbarian's way. She'll mouth the word, "Congratulations" should Iverfin look toward her.

Karazius sees opportunity, and lifts himself and his voice to throw a loud and enraged roar out from his lungs and towards the centre of the Colosseum. Hopefully Iverfin decides to take notice, but regardless, the verbal barrage ensues. "Bitch! Whore! Unscrupulous spawn of a blaggard coven! No tact! No honour!"

Kaia looks upon Iverfin with a smirk before looking back to Satoshi. Nodding to the Queen, she dismisses herself for another quiet day alone in the forest.

Hanwi had been watching the fight like she had promised, but from the shadows of the arena. Slowly the lycanthrope made her way towards where her leader and her lover were. Han was already worn from hiking her way to the duel with having only one good leg. Her crutch was only so much help when moving through the snow. Finally she reached the two and offered Iver a soft smile, "Good job, Dove."

Ellamin laid sprawled out on the arena floor, the armor didn't help, the weapon didn't suffice. Ellamin was at the lowest of his lows recently, and to top it off, he was getting pissed on by a giant. Things couldn't have gotten any worse for the zealot of a paladin, but they probably would at this rate. Continuing to lay there, he didn't want to get up, he didn't want to move, he felt both shame and defeat. If only had she had been on of them, maybe he could have fought her with that instinct, but when it was announced otherwise, it had just tore him up even attempting to fight a non vampire the entire fight.

Satoshi looks toward the stranger shouting in the stands even as her guards begin to bristle at insults being slung at the match's winner. They have a different opinion on 'honor'.

Gorzhageigk is hungry.

Iverfin grinned widely at her leader and her lover, looking near awed at his actions. Eyes caught the mouthed words of the Queen; that sense of pride in her actions bubbling~! At the verbal abuse, she merely raised a sandy brow and took little notice. After a fight, the elf truly didn't care~! She raised the teeth up towards Satoshi, to indicate that the elf was giving them to her (obviously not right that moment, lest the queen came down). She looked between her leader and her lover, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

Satoshi, although she does so reluctantly, motions for the waiting healers to approach both victor and defeated alike. For while Ellamin may be determined to hunt the magus' kind, he is still a guest of Frostmaw during the tournament and won't be mistreated at present.

Eboric glances up at Karazius, eyes narrowed. He turns to Iverfin, and says, "You did well, regardless of what that loud-mouthed fool has to say. I am proud of your performance."

Satoshi isn't far behind the healers, having noticed Iverfin's offer and desiring to congratulate the elf in person. Eboric is given a respectful, albeit wary, nod before his student is acknowledged with a smile. "Excellent performance."

Karazius said, "Disgusting! Perverse! Outrageous! Unsportsmanlike! Ye deserve ta choke on yer own bile!"

Dasha walked down the stands and jumped off, only to approach the defeated paladin. Her hand was extended down to help him up, though she doubted he could raise his own much. "Can I help?" She found the end of the fight humiliating, it even made her rather sad that victors needed to treat the loser like this.

Hanwi with the rush of the crowd of people slowly moved out of the way. Limping with her crutch to stand back on the side lines until it was more safe for the currently cripple woman.

Satoshi personally doesn't hear the slander over the boisterous cheering of a stadium full of Frost Giants. Oh well.

Nemisis walks in covered from head to toe in fur as per usual when in Frostmaw. Standing near an entrance he frowns and says, "Aww.....We missed it...." Any who passed near him could feel a very subtle and deep pool of chaotic energy emitted from his form. Lightning a cigarette he waits before sitting down, wondering if there will be another fight.

Ellamin didn't respond, merely, he got up himself, and drug himself out, refusing aid from healers, people trying to get him up and the like. He merely drug himself out of the arena with his mace in hand.

Dasha hmphed angrily at the paladin, being ignored in such a fashion.

Eboric stares at Satoshi as she approaches, his face blank and cold as the icy air. He does not speak, however, merely watches her with a look that promises something quite horrible.

Iverfin at long last truly noticed the piece on her arm that Eboric placed. She looked between him and it, utterly confused and yet so prideful. And then the Queen herself was congratulating her~! The elf had enough sense of honour to bow her head - seeing as the rest of her body was aching - and extend the hand that held the teeth; offering them to her. "Ta," she said breathlessly, thanking her. She looked to Hanwi and pressed a kiss to her cheek, before speaking quietly to her.

Karazius is nothing if not persistent, and impatient. The cautions of the elders rang still in his ears, but this humanoid cesspool had pushed nerves to breaking. Pale lips curl into a sharp-toothed snarl, and steadily the Silver starts forward, shouldering his way through the crowd towards Iverfin and Co. to a distance where, if not Satoshi, then at least her guards will hear him, "Snow Maiden!"

Eboric 's weapons are drawn and at the ready the moment Karazius begins his approach. He obviously doesn't much care one way or the other about Satoshi's safety, but he steps in front of his injured warriors, ready to spill blood.

Kirien hops out of a wall somewhere within the colosseum - apparently close enough to Nemisis that he can attempt a leap onto the man's back, while hopefully retaining the element of surprise. Jumping out of solid rock tends to help with that. "It's already over?" Unlike Nemisis, however, Kirien does not appear particularly bothered that he missed the show, probably because he's otherwise distracted and trying to retain his hold on someone's back. He might look a little different to Nemisis now, but it seems his reckless and playful nature has not changed at all.

Satoshi accepts the teeth and peers down at them a long moment, lost in thought until the Silver's shout grabs her attention. Frowning, she looks toward the burly man and, recognizing him as the one yelling insults before, answers curtly, "Are you going to keep a civil tongue? I'll not have a winner of Frostmaw's arena insulted for her victory."

Dasha moved somewhat closer to the victor, offering her opinion, "You have no class.."

Nemisis blinked and his eyes drifted to the corner of his sockets just before Kirien leaped onto his pack. The demi couldn't see him but the boy felt heavier. Under all that fur was Honor. The persona just seems to have that kind of luck with Kirien it seems. As his cigarette fell he says, "How'd you know it was us....Kirien...?"

Iverfin looked between everyone. She couldn't see why they were all so angry~! The arm ring was slipped onto her arm, looking now to Dasha. She had a comment in mind, but decided against it. She was tired as it was, simply wanted to rest. She looked to Hanwi, offering a look that was apologetic yet tired.

Karazius has his hands reaching down to grasp the long handle of the maul that hangs from a loop in his belt, but stays them on Satoshi's address. "Ha!" is the first response, but he quickly waves his open palm back and forth in apologetic dismissal, "sorry. Nay, I be peaceful. But! Need a word. Fairly urgent. Now, in fact, 'fore ye sky patrols wound another one of mine."

Hanwi though with a leg injury of her own made way back to Iver, standing just in front of her. With her free right arm she easily hoists the other one up onto her back. The strength of being a lycanthrope and training with weapons that outweighed the elf making it not such a hard lift for the woman. Adjusting her right arm under Iver's rear the woman started off back toward where the two had been staying recently.

Gorzhageigk considers eating the loud-mouthed dragon. Omnomnom.

Karazius wouldn't make an easy meal. Tough, chewy.

Dasha grumbled once more, her own opinion voiced slightly louder as she pointed at Eboric, "You're no better then him. You'd already won but rather then being graceful you called down a guard and had him defile the already beaten man!" She growled, "You don't deserve the win!"

Gorzhageigk thinks silence is sweeter than any sugar, though.

Satoshi's eyes narrow as she puts two and two together to hazard a guess that this stranger is a dragon in disguise--or at least works for them. With recent events, it's no surprise the kit doesn't readily welcome one of the saurian into her lands again, but nonetheless it is still her duty to at least give the man a moment of her time to present his case. Nodding once more to Iverfin, the magus and her guards approach Karazius and she gestures toward the edge of the arena. "We can speak here. And you can tell my why you and yours wish to enter Frostmaw's airspace. Considering the 'Dragon Council' and foolhardy paladins want to wage war with us, I hope you have a good reason or two, stranger."

Kirien is an attentive thing, even now his regular sight has completely failed on him. Other senses of his are far more versatile and perceptive, anyway, and it was not too difficult for the empath to recognise a presense he'd memories and spent so much time with in the past. "I'm just good like that," he responds, catching that cigarette between forefinger and thumb and lifting it to take a draw - which he subsequently chokes on. Coughing a bit, he slips from the demi's back and stubs the cigarette out on a wall, turning to eye Nemisis after that with a faint grin already curving the corners of his mouth. "Tu have a very distinctive feel about you, Nemi."

Iverfin was apparently being lifted by Hanwi~! She was too tired to protest it, and she was reluctant to leave her leader. But hey, an angry woman was a force to be reckoned with~! She was happy to rest, though and disengage from the situation of everyone claiming she had acted badly. The elf didn't truly care; she couldn't understand their reasoning.

Nemisis grins before taking the cigarette from Kirien and placing it back in his mouth, "Thanks..." Looking at the man for the first time in awhile and says, "There's something very different about you....You're smell as well...." The man narrowed his eyes at the boy and continued to stare, "You're aura is different....."

Eboric follows the two out, keeping an eye on the dragon all the while.

Karazius :: "It were a mistake," the hint of the soft growl behind trembling lips dies following this statement, " calf, delierious wit' 'unger. Big 'ole in 'is side, but 'e'll recover. We are keen to ensure this incident is the last of its kind." Karazius' arm lifts to point an open hand at the mountainous backdrop, though the gesture isn't towards any particular location. "We're a small brood, an' we've lived in isolation fer as long as we kin getaway wit'. Yer expanding city, and its growin' airspace, are a difficulty fer us. So 'ow's this: Ye let our to-and-fro go uninterrupted, an' we'll fight well fer ye. We are not affiliated with any 'Dragon Council', or church-crusade. We desire only to be co-operative."

Satoshi watches Karazius closely as he speaks, searching for any hint the fellow might be lying. Nothing leaps at out her, however, and his words align with reports she'd had of small broods of well-meaning dragons living near the city's borders. This very well could be one of them, and an unexpected but blessed ally. Thoughtfully the foxkin nods, "I'll grant you and your brood passage in the airs, but until you've proven you do mean well, you'll be watched closely. I have no choice but to be cautious in these times. You won't be harmed unless you cause trouble first. If you wish to bring the injured youngling in, we have healers well trained in tending to a dragon's injuries." Pausing, Satoshi digs in her satchel and eventually draws out a handful of fluorite stones that are promptly whispered over before being offered to Karazius. " Give these to those that need to fly near here. We'll know who you are then."

Dasha said to Karazius, "You're a dragon!?"

Kirien stares back, sightless but clearly seeing and altogether a little odd as always. He seems content to leave Nemisis trying to work out those differences by himself and rocks back on his heels some, the only thing to escape his lips at first being a barking laugh. "A few things," he admits finally, sounding almost amused, "My lack of a heartbeat et all changes related to that es probably one of the most obvious." His grin this time around contains a flash of fangs that are just a bit sharper than they used to be. Kirien shakes his head, sways forward, and prods Nemisis in the chest, though the movement has no real meaning behind it save to initiate some contact again. "Long time no see, brother." There's a wealth of emotion in those words, because Kirien has missed the demi more than he cares to freely admit.

Nemisis eyes widened and for the first time in awhile, Honor was actually visibly shocked. It would be brief however; apparent when his face relaxed once again, "We should've known....." The man shrugged off any remnants of shock as the boy prodded him and greeted him, "Yes it has been a long time.....Let us guess...Kasyr...?" Intelligence eventually predicted that it would occur and the draconian came to terms with it a awhile ago. Still, actuality is different from prediction. Before his vampire brother was able to answer he asked, "Are you at least stronger you weakling....?"

Karazius 's frame visibly relaxes, flooded with relief. That had been quick and painless, in contrast to expectations. Gratefully his cupped hands extend to take the stones, which are each carefully dropped into the pockets stitched onto leather breeches. "Thank ye," Karazius responds, "an' the calf will be fine - better for it, in fact. Few 'ard knocks build character. Though," and here the humanoid expression becomes dubious, "it strains to brainwave a demonstration of good intent, without circumstance that require it. It seems 'of good intent' to seek diplomatic solution rather 'n maulin' yer patrol t' death... An' it were considered, briefly. But!" Karazius bends forward in a quick bow, and straightens to run his hands down the length of the worn chainmail vest he'd picked up cheaply after noticing the nords liked to wear shirts as well as trousers, "ye're doubtless a busy madame..."

Karazius said to Dasha, "Well done."

Dasha said to Karazius, "And! And! ANd! *Dasha wanted to speak more but seemed... speechless.*"

Karazius lifts a finger to his lips, and awaits Satoshi's dismiss.

Satoshi said to Karazius, "Time reveals all things, monsieur. Until then, I hope the calf recovers, and perhaps learns a survival tactic or two for his trouble. If you wish further discussions or dealings, you can always seek myself out, or my husband Kasyr. I prefer diplomacy over blindly hurling our forces at one another, after all."

Satoshi nods to the dragon then, as well as Dasha, and leaves them to their conversation while she departs the colosseum--but not before slowing and diverting her path enough to give Kirien's ear a tug as she passes him by. "Bright Eye."

Karazius lets Satoshi past, and waits until she and her escort have passed his field of vision before gritting his teeth and letting the ever-present anger in him flood back onto his face. Dasha is the victim of it though, as she is afforded the dragon's full attention for the first time, "what're ye want?!"

Kirien takes in that momentary flare of shock and actually expects it to linger for longer, but the feeling fades before he can get any real grasp on it. For a second he appears bemused by this, his smile faltering and turning slightly crooked; then, vulpine ears perk back up and he shakes the sensation off while swaying back on his heels. "Of course I am! And oui, Kasyr, you're correct. A while back now, I think-- before I left Rynvale." He scrunches his nose up at mention of it, and his mouth might have been opening to say something more when Satoshi brushes by and tugs at his ear, and Kirien maybe squeaks a bit instead. "Chickadee.."

Kirien 's expression flickered to a look of concern despite his best efforts to do otherwise. Of course he still worries.