Fight:Lanara vs. Talyara

Summary: Lanara has been keeping secrets from her sister, Talyara, and arranges a mud-wrestling cage-fighting match with Orikahn, months in advance. For some strange reason, Lana convinces herself that this is the best way to confess, and that karma will be fulfilled as it’s a public event, and she plans on receiving a worthy beating from her little sister. Falling for the ruse of a ‘high holiday’ event, Taly enters The Redskull Trophy Ring, and the two women engage in a no-holds-barred fight. However, more ‘secrets’ are revealed that is expected, and the two women leave with broken hearts, as well as their injuries.

Presented by The Redskull Trophy Ring

Combatants: Lanara vs. Talyara

Stakes: The loser is entombed in hardened mud and suffers public humiliation, whereas the winner earns bragging rights.

Terms: The cage has been enchanted to silence any use of magic.

Master of Cermonies: Brennia (Charlise)

Ring Marshal: Sargaso

Judge: Ranok

Winner: Talyara

The Redskull Trophy Ring

Orikahn marches down through the crowded aisle with a sturdy keg of ale on his shoulder. The close, jostling crowd is obnoxious, but the cat can hardly feel claustrophobic, since he stands chest, head, and shoulders above nearly every one of the stadium's attendees. It's a lucky thing he has "privileges" with the organization, or it would have been a terrible wait at concessions. With visible relief, he pushes free of the crowd and joins the organizations backers at the ringside: a posse of well-to-do dwarven businessmen, all of them jolly and looking quite the part. Several have brought their opera glasses tonight. There's apparently to be something of a spectacle. A large, conspicuous cage has been erected at the center of the ring, a great box of bars and wires. Stranger still, a couple terromancers have been standing beside it for the last several minutes, conjuring the bottom full of.... mud?

Lanara stands in the pool of mud, which reaches up to the middle of her calves, with a mischievous glint in her big brown eyes, and a smirk on her full lips. The elf is wearing a barely-there leopard print bikini, which hugs her curves, and shows off that flawless figure, leaving little to the imagination. Having the body of a dancer, she has long, slender legs, a toned stomach, and damn, that legendary derriere, was finely showcased in those bikini bottoms. Long chestnut locks cascade to the middle of her back, falling in a thick silken wave, and ending in loose curls. She’s excited, knowing that Talyara would be here soon, and she could finally come clean about all that she had kept from her sister, the past eight months. Sure, most would think arranging a mud-wrestling match, housed in a metal cage, would be a bit unorthodox. But this elf was the queen of pulling pranks, and she often resorted to humor when trying to settle something serious. She had lied, telling her sister this was some new ‘high holiday’ for witches, and that they had to go underground in a bathing suit, and rise along with the moon, to bathe in the light of the Goddess. She even went as far as sending her a skimpy swimsuit and a ‘spirit guide’ which was literally a burly bouncer that worked for the dwarves and that was hired for this special event. He would make sure that her sister made it into the ring, and there would be no escape. The lengths that were taken to ensure that Taly remained oblivious to this event, were beyond great, and the elf could almost imagine the look of shock that would appear on her face. Lana looks over at the crowd, literally in the hundreds, and she winks at Orikahn, as though to say ‘I told you so’ before diverting her gaze towards the entrance. The flow of attendee’s pushing into the arena was astounding, and mostly made up of males, eager to see the first ever fight that contained mud-wrestling, cage fighting, and pretty witch sisters. The betting den had gold coins exchanging hands, left and right, and the emcee had the crowd going wild, causing a chorus of catcalls, shouts, and excited clapping. Lana scans those gathered, hopeful of seeing any familiar faces that had come to show their support, and she’d blow a kiss to any that she considered close friends.

Zahrani makes her way through the crowd, more out of curiosity than anything else. The panther had traveled from Kelay and decided to pass through Craughmoyle. The sound of cheers draws the feline to the arena. She makes her way to one of the grandstand seats, her eyes scanning the ring and seeing a large amount of mud being poured into the arena. Curious, she thinks to herself.

Scandal ’s entrance to arena was not has quiet as he might have hoped. It didn’t help to have three Immense Full anthro Dragons Guarding you. But it certainly drew attention away from his choice in clothing. Scandal wore a thick leather coat that extended down to his knees, like a trench coat, and wore long sleeves to cover all the skin he had, he wore thick black leather gloves and similarly thick leather pants, and even for the first time large black leather boots. His face was wrapped up in black linen bandages only allowing his red eyes to be seen, on his head he wore a large black top hat, which he took off as soon as he found the private booth he had purchased a ticket to be in, beneath these bandages small long red hairs stuck out some like hair others like sharp quills. His trio of bodyguards took positions up by the entrance to hallway that led to booth, and third taking a position by the corner of the booth that was exposed to the crowds. A thick fleece hung over the booth, which contained but a single chair, this was where Scandal sat. His eyes watching the arena floor and searching for the two prominent women, that he called friend and had come to see fight. His bodyguards each 11’ tall and giving off a perpetual feeling of dread, seemed to not help as he watched.

Talyara was skeptical when Lanara had approached her some days ago, informing her that after pouring over their mother’s Book of Shadows she had discovered a new high holiday in the Wheel of the Year. Even as Lana explained in detail the lore behind such an event, Taly’s eyes squinted in suspicion for she had a copy of the same grimoire and had seen no written words about such a celebration. Lanara had clearly done her research, however, and spun such a fantastical tale that fed into their religious beliefs that Taly could not deny her sister’s excitement over this newly discovered holiday. When the day finally came, the younger witch met her sister before daybreak (as instructed) for the first part of the ritual which including dressing in ceremonial robes and greeting the sun to bathe in the God’s energy. Everything went so smoothly that Taly’s suspicions burned away with the dawn’s first rays. “Don’t worry Sister, I’ll send along your outfit for tonight. Remember to meet me at the precise time so that way we can complete the second part of our ritual for the holiday,” Lanara reminded a nodding Taly, who waved her off before heading home for the rest of day. Some time before she was supposed to meet the mischievous witch, there is a knock at her door and upon opening it, Taly spies a scowling dwarf who extends a bundled package towards her. “From Lanara. I’m your…” the man pauses as he struggles to remember the title that the woodland witch bid him use. “Your spirit guide.” Talyara blinks. “You don’t look like any spirit guide I’ve ever seen,” she informs him, taking the bundle and moving to the side to allow him entrance into her small cottage. After unwrapping her package Talyara holds up the “ritual attire” and scoffs in disbelief. What was Lanara thinking?! She didn’t even have time to dispute the choice of ceremonial attire as she quickly ushers the dwarf back outside and slips into a bikini of all things! The only positive thing Talyara could say about it was that Lanara had at least picked out her favorite color, a deep purple, and the bottoms resembled booty shorts as opposed to traditional bikini bottoms. Still, the outfit exposed the many scars on her back, something that Taly was deeply self conscious about. She curses Lanara while simultaneously thanking the Goddess that they weren’t participating in a coven ritual as she slips into her bathing suit before the dwarf knocks impatiently at the door. “I’m coming!” She calls out as she sweeps her unruly chestnut locks into a high ponytail before heading out with him. The walk is a silent one, but it gives Talyara time to think on the day’s events. Once more, suspicion begins to consume Taly as they approach Craughmoyle, green eyes glancing from her dwarven spirit guide to her bikini clad body. As they approach the meeting site, Talyara hears the roar of hundreds of voices in the vicinity of their ritual space and halts her steps, even going so far as to begin to back away. The dwarf grabs Taly’s arm swiftly with an impressive grip and quite literally drags her into the arena where the younger witch spies her sister, calf-deep in a pool of mud and encased in a large, metal cage. Taly’s appearance is noted not only by Lanara but the spectators as they noise swells within the underground ring, echoing loudly off the walls. She visibly pales, her green eyes wide in shock and unblinking as Talyara’s spirit guide drags her towards the ring. What had Lanara done?!

Solas flitters hither and thither, movements quick and mesmerizing, it's very much like watching a hummingbird frolic about. His eyes are alight with mirth as he eyes all the people, surely more than he had ever seen in one place. This seems like a fun place to play.

Brennia is here under her disguise as a smartmouth merchant by the name of Charlise. Charlise has long burgundy dreads that accent her sun kissed and lightly freckled skin while her attire is that of slacks tucked into knee high leather boots and a matching leather jacket and sporting many jewelry accents (too many if you ask me.) She takes a deep breath before downing something that many would assume is a magical vocal booster while harnessing her best Charlise impression - a smooth as molasses and slightly raspy Jamaican sounding timbre greets the masses, “Lahdies aaan’ gentlemahn, -wel-come to de Redskalle Trophee Rang. Ahl be Charlise, yer mahster of ceremonnies far de night.” A charming smirk given to all as soon as Talyara steps up, “toonight we ‘ave a speciale treate far ya’ all.” A mystical sort of saunter brings her near Lanara and motions to her like a car model showing off a very expensive mobile, “ovar ‘ere we ‘ave -La-nara. Owner of the derriere extraordinaire, five-five in ‘eight, weighin’ in aht one hundret ahn tewentee pounds. -La-nara loves ‘er some animals, mahkin’ mischief, ahn prankin’ ‘er leettle sistar.” She wags a finger playfully at Lana, “naughteh, naughteh,” before making her way to the other across the ring “weetch bring uhs to ‘er opponent,” displaying her just as she did Lanara, “over ‘ere we ‘ave Tahl-yara. A rack ya cahn read offa, five-two in ‘eight, weighin’ in aht one hundret ahn five pounds.” Charlise makes her way to her spot with the judge after making their introduction, “ahn ‘ere we ‘ave dere judge, a surly fellah wit a ‘eart ov gold... Er wassit coal?” She gave the runesmith a teasing smirk, “let uhs see iffa de lahdies ‘ere will turn dat frown upsahdownn.” She stands off to the side of the ring to commentate on the goings on of the fight.

Zahrani is pretty certain that's Scandal in a top hat. She waves to Lana upon seeing the witch, not entirely sure whether to ask what's going on, or if she should just watch. The black feline herself is garbed in a combination of platemail and robelike garb. She moves towards the red dragon's ringside booth, getting within visual range of her friend and waving. The place is loud and smelly from all of the different beings here, and she wouldn't be opposed to finding a less crowded place to observe.

Lucky had heard murmurs from all the way in Kelay of an arena where fights happened regularly, Redskull somethin'. Quite a few humans, elves, and dwarves alike were hassled by the domineering woman as she hopped from pub to pub searching it out. She stuck out, standing at least a dozen heads above the tallest dwarves in the stands with her, but not nearly as much as that feline hauling his keg a little ways off. Plenty of drinks, check, but what else would somebody expect from a place full of dwarves? Betting den full of too eager folks willing to lose their pocket change (her among them for a couple silver on a familiar name)? Check. And then her jade irises landed on the center. Magically stirred up muck with a cage and a certain pretty elf sanding right in the middle. The human pinches her fingers between her lips and a resounding whistle sounded over the crowd's chatter, plenty of lung power behind it. Then a new lady was being dragged to the ring? Too far away to see if they were really sisters as advertised or not. She took her seat with a smile ear to ear. This was gonna be good.

Hudson has good seats ringside but he's unaccompanied by his wife. He isn't dateless, however, he's sitting with Sargaso's girlfriend, Amy, who has been complaining to him for the last five minutes about how she got a manicure for this literally two hours ago and it has immediately chipped, it's outrageous, or something. Hudson nods along with what she's saying, only 2% listening to Amy. He buys them beer and hot dogs. That seems to quiet her down for a bit.

Ranok :: The Red Skull Trophy Ring took all of its schedule events seriously, even if there was no actual blood to be spilled that day. All precautions and care were taken. The stained stone was swept clear of any grit and in its place, dead center of the room, lay a sizable pit. Two feet high, made of wood, its edge padded thoroughly to ensure there would be no cracked heads. Standing at each of the four corners stood a plyon that contained suppressive energies. Magic wouldn't work in their radius, cleanly squashed throughout. But the true centerpiece was what lay in the pit. Several inches deep, fully viscous, and smelling like damp and moss. While absolutely looking the part of fresh mud, the goop was, in reality, a captured and killed gelatinous cube, sapped of any of its acidic stomach acids. What this meant was that while nasty, any amount that might get into eyes and mouths would be ultimately harmless. The point of the match was spectacle, not blood. At least, perhaps to the watchers. Standing well outside splash range stood the man that was, against all odds, wrangled into becoming the judge for this whole show. There stood the runesmith, the professional bastard, Ranok himself. Arms folded behind his back, his expression one of bare patience, and his spine ramrod straight, every inch of him shouted that he did not wish to be here. But his word had been given, and a debt need be repaid, and so here he was. When both ladies had arrived, he coughs once, barely suppresses a sigh, and begins, each of his words positively dripping with reluctance, "Thank you all for coming to bear witness to a matter most grave. Two sister, drawn into conflict and disagreement over..." A pause, and his heat tilts slightly as he tries to recall just what the reason was, "Uh, love?" A glance at Lanara, who might attempt to assist him in recalling. To no avail, as he simply didn't pay that much attention when the idea was originally concocted, "Disagreement. Something. Bah! No matter. You have two women in nothing but small clothes and a pit of goop, what more do you animals want?" A hand waves to indicate the crowd, to mixed reception. A stern eye is turned upon the two women, "Now, ladies, I want a good, clean, dirty fight. You are not here for blood, so try to leave here with the same number of fingers and eyes. All magic is barred, but any method of getting your frustrations out is otherwise allowed." A glance at a hand, where he held a crumpled note that had contained his instructions for the match. At the bottom read, 'PS: tart it up', and he barely suppresses another sigh. "Now each of you do a twirl for the crowd in all of that muck!"

Lucky was oblivious to the booths high up in the stands, choosing instead to get down in the lower rows so she could get a better taste of the action. Sweaty, dirty, with promises to be splashed with worse. It actually felt like home.

Lucky shouted her two coppers in with the crowd's answer to Ranok's query about what the animals came for: "Throw some blood in there!"

Scandal observes a familiar feline waving, but is not able to wave back as a portion of his face against the bandages suddenly jutts out, forcing him to put his hand the to hide it, as the female bodyguard, moves toward him, and rewraps the bandages around his head. When Zahrani does appear and it would be from the back into the booth which overlooked the arena floor. He would motion to the guards by his door to let her in. They would of course being the evil beings they are, lick their chops as only to clamp down on their tongues when he allows her to pass between them. Whoever these Bodyguards are they have built themselves a reputation, and the small servant boy that also comes in with fruit and wine, his thoroughly terrified. As fight is introduced he would listen to Zahrani before he would speak, as the voice would be thick and raspy, almost disoriented like having been run through a distorter.

Zahrani listens to the announcement, an eyebrow raised as she watched Taly get pulled against her wishes into the ring. The panther really isn't sure what to do here. There is no clear sign of danger, and by all accounts, it looks like Lanara is the one pulling the strings here. She crosses her arms, surveying the faces in the crowd before looking back to the center of the ring. "What are you planning, Lanara?" Rani wears the mother of all poker faces as she speaks. Of course, the crowd is too boisterous and noisy for her voice to carry.

Zahrani 's voice would likely be heard by Scandal, as she is now standing next to him in the booth.

Hudson is getting mustard everywhere and has no napkins. Ugh it happens. Brennia, or 'Charlise,' is making the introductions, and he does his fair share of whooping for the contestants, alongside everyone else. Not too much whooping. (Amy is a spy for Alvina.) An APPROPRIATE amount of whooping. Amy rolls her eyes beside him, has somehow not gotten mustard everywhere. "I don't like this beer," she informs him, deciding to call attention to herself by being difficult because she's uncomfortable with the mostly naked ladies and the crowd cheering at them. She is interrupting Ranok's speech. "I'll get you another drink, what do you want," says Hudson patiently. "I don't know, I don't remember what they had," says Amy, somewhat testily. Helpful. Hudson waves his bodyguard over. After further conferring, it is decided that the bodyguard will fetch Amy a 'red' flavor slurpee style drink and spike it with vodka. That is what she wants. As they await the entrance of her boyfriend, Sargaso, her mood unsours a bit and she asks Hudson, "Have you noticed Sarge trying to earn a little extra money these days? Do you think he's saving for a ring?" "I dunno, maybe," says Hudson. "Aren't you his best friend?" "Yeah, but like, I don't have a copy of his bank statements."

Sargaso arrives with Amy and Hudson, leaves Amy in care of Hudson, and joins the match, doing his damn best not to oggle either hot babe contestant in front of Amy, psychotic jealous girlfriend.

Scandal leans eyes the feline. “You look like you have been busy.” He said to her. His form clearly seems a bit twisted and disproportionate. His left arm was normal but his right, though the upper part of the arm was larger and the elbow was bent in reverse, and lower part closer to hand was in a glove much larger than the left. His left hand held his head up as he gazed at the arena. A loud snap can be heard within the booth area, as a ridge rips through the leather coat near his neck. While the jutted part of his face snaps back into place.

Sargaso had heard about this place several months ago from some of his drinking buddies at Whaler's (mostly from Ted, the legend, as you'll see). A group of unscrupulous Cenrili men made weekly trips to Craughmoyle, of which Sarge only attended a handful. His enthusiasm was buoyed by winning streaks, and dampened by losses. As of a week ago, he had netted a slim loss that encouraged him to believe, without evidence, that a loss so slim is easy to reverse. He was ready to bet half his gambling money when Ted clued him in to the Redskull Trophy Ring's dirty little secret. Some games are dirty. Dirty refs ("marshals") fix dirty games and take a cut from winnings. Not all fights are dirty, mind you, and Ted had to do some elbow rubbing and brown nosing to find out how to get a game fixed (surprise: gang affiliations!) He found a Dwarven gang that was willing to fix a low stakes match with green competitors, no one with a reputation, no one with a name in Craugh. Ted found such a match in today's mud wrestling babe brawl. What more, he fixed it so Sarge would be in the ring with the babes, day of, so long as he cuts Ted a slice of his winnings. What a legend, that Ted. Mind you, Sarge found it odd that Ted wouldn't ref the game himself, but Ted insisted he was just being a pal, you know. Doing Sarge a solid. In truth, Ted had also heard that rival Dwarven gangs would beat the crud out of a dirty ref, if caught, a wallop per gold coin lost. Ted did not share this information with Sarge. Well, our main man Sarge, flying high and feeling lucky, decided to pay his "luck" forward by cluing in his buddy Hudson on the fight. He's throwing it for Lanara, obviously, so bet on Lanara. Sarge's luck ended when just yesterday his girlfriend Amy pressed Ted's second mistress for information, and found out about this match and invited herself to the event to keep an eye on her unfaithful man. Dammit. Sarge will have to be on best behavior, or Amy will break into the cage and join the fight which, while it may be hot, is not lucrative for him, Hudson, or Ted, to whom he owes this whole fix.

Lanara can’t help but blush as Charlise refers to her fine arse, and she even gives a slight wiggle of her hips to the delight of the crowd. It was a show, after all! Ranok and Sargaso are each given a curt nod, before she returns her gaze to the entrance. Lucky’s screams are heard over the hooting and hollering of the others, though the witch doesn’t turn her attention to the crowd as her sister comes into view. Lanara is impressed. Not only had the one she referred to as ‘midget man’ delivered her sister to this location, but he had gotten her to wear that specially selected swimwear, and had used his miniature body to drag her to the ring. He was rather strong for a dwarf, and she gives a solo applause, clapping her hands, as she locks eyes with her little sister. Chocolate hues meld with that enchanting emerald, before she clears her throat, and strikes a little pose. “Hi, Sis! So I know you probably figured out by now that today is not a high holiday… And that we’re not really here to honor the Goddess. However, we are here for a -very- important reason, and before I continue… I want you to know that I have entered this ring in perfect love and perfect trust. You are my sister, my best friend, and I love you with all my heart… However, I have been hiding something from you for the past eight months… So, here it goes…” Lana pauses, dramatically, and gathers her thoughts, her bare feet sloshing in the mud as she takes a step nearer to Taly, who is fixing her with a heated glare. Would this circle of lies ever end?! She had to come clean, and though it will hurt her to do so, especially in such a public setting, she knows her sister deserves the truth. “I brought you here, in front of a massive audience… Because -I- want to confess, to cause myself public humiliation, so that you know I’m speaking from the heart. And because I can’t think of a better punishment, than allowing you to kick my ass for keeping so much from you. I know mud wrestling, in a spell-silenced cage, is probably not how most would go about making a confession, but you know that I’ve always been a little edgier than most. I hope you can forgive me.” A long pause, as she inhales, and lets it all out, knowing there would be no escaping her sisters wrath, unless she climbed from the cage or the referee chose to end the fight. This could get ugly, and only now was she reconsidering this bright idea. “So… Remember how you flipped out when you discovered that I was dating Eirik, the infamous witch killer? Well… We were a little more involved than I led you to believe… You see, we shared a house together in Venturil. And then, uh, I did this spell which momentarily lifted his ‘curse’ and he discovered that he really loved me, not just because of his empathy toward witches… And then… Um… Yeah, so you may get a little angry right here, and I’m just going to lighten the mood a bit…” Bending over, and giving an eyeful of her derriere to Sargaso, the referee, she picks up a fistful of mud and throws it at Talyara’s chest, though she frowns, as a ‘ping’ is heard and a rock strikes her in the collarbone. “Oops!” Her eyes widen as the thick brown semi-liquid sloshes over the elf’s pale skin, marring her flesh from her shoulder to her hip, before falling back into the pool in an ill-formed clump. Swallowing, and finding that this did not amuse her sister in the least, she continues with her confession. “Anyways… Um. So Eirik proposed to me. He got down on one knee, gave me a pretty ring, said all the right things, and asked me to marry him… So… I said yes.” A beat. “And everyone knew, but you, for quite some time… I know how fragile you are, Taly…”

Zahrani turns back to Scandal, hearing a snapping noise and taking a longer look at his twisted form. "I could say the same for you. Are you having trouble maintaining your form?" She looks over to the bodyguards, eyes narrowing and wondering if they're also his prison guards. Back to her dragon friend, "Who are your friends?"

Brennia listens intently to their words and the crowd that cannot hear she’s going to go through it play by play, “far them jus’ joinin’ uhs, -La-nara ‘as been lyin’ ta ‘er poor seestar. Somethin’ bouta engagement ta de famous weetch killare.” After the long winded explanation was shortened Charlise crossed her arms and glances the the bated crowd, “I say, cut de bull ahn let uhs gitta de fightenn!” Pointing out in the crowd and they roar in agreement to Charlise’s taunting, “we came tah see dahrty punches lahdies!” Her arms raise up and the crowd goes wild with the emcee’s queue.

Lucky was one of those roaring. The first splash of mud has her standing to her feet, making this couple of dwarven gents grumble behind her as she was blocking their view three rows back. "Listen to the lady! She been lyin'? Make her pay!"

Lucky said to Talyara, "Sisters b'fore Misters! Show her what you're made of!"

Lucky said to Lanara, "C'mon, I know you're not as frail as y'look!"

Sargaso is stunned by Lanara's confession about her love affair with a witch killer. Now THIS is wrestling! The drama! The backstories! He assumes Lanara is reciting lines as part of the show. Then the emcee narrates the story to the crowd, and Sarge is convinced none of this is real. Damn. Does this mean they expect him to perform his role a certain way? He looks towards the judge, Ranok, to see if that guy is in on this theater piece or not. (ooc note: Yes, Sarge is 100% wrong). Then Lanara bends over right in front of him and Sarge swallows hard, does his best to look past that perfect curve of that butt and avoid Amy's presumed glare from the stands. Sweet Selene above, what did he get himself into.

Scandal replies, “You have no idea. This is the worst case yet, I looked in the mirror, it shattered, and then the wall shattered, and then the roof caved in. Darn magic.” He said shuffling in his chair, as tried lifting his glass with his right hand it suddenly fell out of his hand as the hand had shrunk. “They are, or so they tell me mercenaries, and have swore loyalty to me, though I can’t figure out why.” He lied, he had a hypothesis as to why. Since they had joined him he no longer had headaches, and he wondered if they were leeching off him. If they were, he knew his reserves they hadn’t even skimmed the surface of what he had, but at least they took off the excess that caused headaches. The female merc moved from the balcony somehow being able to find her way over to him, and whispered in his ear. He told her, “See to it, that they do not make it up the stairs.” As he watched between spoken words from Lanara, he didn’t show surprise, nor did he show any emotion, he just watched.

Talyara feels nauseous. Not only is she still confused about what is going on but she’s pretty sure this burgundy-haired woman just complimented her bosom! To an arena full of strangers, no less! The witch quickly folds her arms over her body as several men begin wolf whistling and cat calling and she keeps her focus on her sister as she tries to ignore the crowd. As Lanara begins to talk, Talyara fixes a glare onto her sister’s face, her lithe body practically radiating anger as she stands calf deep in the cool, slippery mud. The younger sister’d been had. Taly inhales sharply through her nose, arms dropping to her side, and balling her hands into fists so her nails press indents into her palm. If she wasn’t so mortified about her skimpy bikini and the crowd that was cheering on the outside of the ring, she might even give Lanara kudos on what she assumes is an elaborate prank--the elder sister had clearly done some extensive research and planning. Talyara watches her sister expectantly, silently asking her what the hell is going on and why they are here? Her left eye is twitching with tempered fury and she flexes her fingers as Lanara begins to confess. Despite the roar of the cheering crowd, Taly’s heart begins to thud loudly in her ear, muffling the sound of everything except every one of Lanara’s words. She was engaged. She had been engaged for quite some time, it seemed. She watches her older sister mouth the words “to Eirik” before it really registers what she is saying. The witch was going to marry the witch killer. Thoughts (mostly unpleasant) swirl around Talyara’s mind and her eyes seem to unfocus. Perhaps Lanara used that distraction to her advantage to fling a handful of seemingly innocuous mud at her sister. Unfortunately, Talyara was currently a ticking time bomb and Lana had unknowingly sent some sludge containing a rock which smacked against her collar bone and dripped down her purple bikini top. It wasn’t overwhelmingly painful but it still smarted. Taly’s eyes dropped to the point of impact and lingered for a moment before flicking up to look at Lanara. If she was paying attention, she would notice that Talyara’s pupils are dilated with unspoken rage and hurt not only at her silence on the magnitude of her relationship with Eirik but that she thought Talyara weak. It lasts only a few seconds before the druidic witch unleashes a hellish scream before launching herself at her older sister, not bothering for any rules to be announced, making contact with her center of gravity and causing both of the them to tumble and roll in the mud. Talyara keeps the upper hand, managing to straddle her sister’s stomach before aiming a hard slap against her cheek, one that would hurt her hand as well as Lanara’s face. It didn’t matter that the cage didn’t allow the sisters to use magic, Talyara was ready to beat her sister with her bare hands.

Hudson roars with enthusiasm when Sarge officially enters. Amy, for her part, drops the present line of conversation (thank the gods) and gets to her feet, jumping and clapping excitedly. She is wearing a shirt that shows her midriff, the effect is extra. "Come on, sit down," he tells her, lest she continue shouting, "Wooo Sarge!" indefinitely and continue embarrassing him. Pls, Amy, no one is here to see Sarge except you. Amy's drink arrives in time for the show to start. "What is it with wolfmen and witches," she comments around her bamboo straw, and Hudson pretends he didn't hear. He cups his mouth and shouts: "Let's go Lana!" Because he's had a hot tip from Sarge and put money on her winning. He might have done that anyway: she's a little much and lit a woman on fire at the post office once.

Brennia looks shocked as Talyara screams like a warrior woman and without hesitation took a dive for her sister, “anh wee ahr off folks! Tahl-yara tackled -La-nara anh gaines dah ‘igher ground,” a flinch and a wince at the slapping sound that filled the air, “dats gottah ‘urt. A slap ‘eard a-round de world!” The crowd groans, but dare not take their attention off the tantalizing fight taking place before their very eyes. Charlise was pacing around the ring to stay nearest to the sisters and pick up on insults to relay to the crowd.

Orikahn is back to his usual ale 'n flagon schtick, topping off the backers' drinks. Usually, a few of their season seats sit empty, but tonight they've come out in full force. Kahn doesn't appreciate the extra work, especially since the dwarves are forgetting to thank him and mostly seem annoyed that there is a giant cat obstructing their view. Sometimes they glance over their shoulder and seem to comment on the crowd with bright, eager interest. The survival of the organization is, after all, a purely fiscal matter. The eye candy is lovely, but the turnout is the real prize here.

Sargaso jumps out of the way as the sisters tumble towards him, assets bouncing, bikinis struggling to keep all the bits hidden and tucked away. Even if he doesn't win any money, this has been worth it.

Lucky whistled s'more and pumped her fist in the air. "About damn time!" Was the sisterly squabble real or not? Didn't matter. Whatever issues they had could be solved with a nice bit of violence. Everything could (to emotionally stunted lady-children maybe). Cheers for the finest derriere in all Lithrydel made her glance over to a cheery gent more than a few feet tall a few rows down. Good, somebody else betting on the elder witch while the crowd around her started to change hands and wooped for the younger's new aggressive stance.

Zahrani isn't sure if Scandal is joking or not. "I hope you're finding the answers you need, my friend." Her eyes dart back to the ring, hearing the announcer give an in-a-nutshell version of what Lanara had said to Taly. The feline didn't have time to react to the words before she sees Taly charge for her sister. The paladin steps forward a couple steps, leaning against the front railing to the side of Scandal. Her ears turn every which way at the various cacophonous noises of the arena, but her eyes remain fixed on the two sisters.

Lanara expected words, she expected some sighing, maybe even an eyeroll. She expected to hear the terms of their fight from that ref that kept ogling her ass, or maybe some further jeers from the crowd. What she did -not- expect, however, was the demonic howl that had dredged past Taly’s lips, before she launched herself forward, like a bat out of the depths of hell. She expects the collision before it even happens, though she does nothing to avoid it, and her dark eyes widen in surprise as the wind is knocked out of her and they both are sent into the pool of mud. Panic sets in, as she didn’t think the impact from her sister’s lithe form would be so forceful and her whole body is submerged in the chunky liquid. It’s gross, cold, wet, and slippery, as she tries to catch her breath, momentarily feeling helpless. They roll for a few minutes, and Taly gets the upper hand, as she sits on her toned stomach, with a fire in her eyes. She had never seen this side of her sibling, and though she’s a little terrified, she’s also pretty damn proud that she was finally letting loose. It wasn’t good to always keep things inside, which is what had gotten them into this situation in the first place. Taly pulls her arm back, and as she brings it forth, she braces herself, as though she felt the sting before that palm even slammed against her left cheek. Instinctively, Lana grabs her sibling around the waist, and hurls her to the right, as she log rolls to the left, and struggles to regain her footing. She stumbles, twice, and bites her tongue in the process, as she spits out a mouthful of mud. The elf runs to the right of the cage, and clutches the bars with her slippery hands, aiming to climb out, as though she had a change of heart. Mud is caked beneath her fingernails, her hair clings to her form, and the bottom of her right foot is sore, as though she had stepped on one of those blasted rocks. As she begins her ascent, she sees that Taly has risen and is charging towards her, not quite finished with this punishment. Lana, meanwhile, doesn’t have time to climb the cage, thinks fast, and uses those strong dancer legs to meet Taly’s jaw with a roundhouse kick to the face. She’d then advance on her sister, taking slow strides through the deep mud, her tone stern. “Taly! I -never- meant to hurt you! You are just so FRAGILE! You don’t take care of yourself, you’re super sensitive, and you forget to even eat! I wasn’t going to show up and just plop my excitement over the engagement on your lap! And yes, so everyone but you, all over the realm, pretty much, knew about Eirik and I, for months no less, but I couldn’t keep it in any longer. Even though you’re so fragile, I had to come clean! And it’s not even that big a deal anymore!”

Brennia get the crowd to roar and cheer with her, “‘oo knew ah couple ah lahdies covered in dahrt could be -so- amusin’!?” Lot’s of the audience were probably just waiting for a top to go flinging off while bets are flying to and fro. “-La-nara keeps kickin’ -Tahl-yara while de poor lass es dohwn. I ‘eard the word ‘frahgile’? Look out seestar!” A glance to the judge, “poor spart if you be askin’ mee.” Charlise rallies the crowd, “trow a puch! Don’t be lettin’ ‘er tahlk to ya dat way, de-are!” The cheers for Taly increase to take Lana down!

Lucky ' wrinkled her nose at Lanara's retreat, crossing her arms over her bound up chest. "Come on! You set this whole thing up! Man up!" Or lady up, as the case may be. All that talk of fragility might've gotten her riled if she could figure it out between all the noise until she catches the play by play from the amplified announcer. "Show her who's boss! Tiny means harder t'catch, grapple her and get her on the ground! Go for a sleeper! She's wide open!"

Scandal makes a gesture with his hand prompting the one of male mercs from the door to come up behind him. “Get one of the dwarves who's calling the bets, put down that high value pearl i mentioned, on the bet that neither will win. It will be too close to call.” the female merc spoke not the male, “The one the size of bowling ball, or the beach ball?” Scandal replied, “The bowling ball, yes the black one.” He watched the girls fight he had been very uncomfortable at first seeing them, but now his mind was adjusting, so he grew less on about it.” “Also tell them to take the chest if that happens use the gold from it to pay the crowds their due so the dwarves can still pocket the revenue without returns.” Leaning back part of the bandages slip from the left side of his face revealing twisted draconian features and along the jaw, and teeth malformed over the humanoid kind, and such a silvery liquid pools down from his face. No doubt his blood. From accidental bitings.

Talyara aims to backhand her sister on the right cheek, a fair attack in her assumption given what Lanara has put her through; however, the little witch is grabbed around the waist before she can make contact and goes flying into the mud. She sputters but doesn’t waste any time before pushing herself to a stand, even as she slips, and turning to face Lanara again. Finding her balance in the slippery terrain, Taly is off, running full force at her sister hoping to take her down with a tackle once more. Only this time, Lanara is ready and uses the grace and strength from all her dancing to roundhouse kick her younger sister in the face! Her foot connects with Taly’s jaw and with a grunt, the druidic witch goes sprawling in the mud. She take a moment to compose herself, blinking the stars from her eyes and opening and closing her mouth to assess the damage the kick did. Giving her head a firm shake, Taly pushes herself up on her elbows to watch her advancing sister. Green eyes widen in disbelief as Lana has the -audacity- to claim she never meant to hurt Talyara just after kicking her in the face! Not to mention all the steps she took to humiliate her this evening. But then she’s using that word again--fragile. Taly -hated- that word and hated that Lanara kept throwing it in her face; she had suspected that Lanara felt she was weak but to hear her confirm it, only caused the pain to redouble and the tick in her eye to resume. It was the renewed spark Taly needed to fight back. So when Lanara crept close enough, Taly, leading her sister into a false sense of security by keeping her expression impassive, sweeps her leg out of the mud and into the back of Lanara’s knees causing her to flatten to the ground. When Lanara rolled onto her stomach to stand once more, Talyara was upon her, grabbing her by her long locks and smashing her face back into the mud. She leaves her there for a few seconds before yanking her head back up while retaining her grip. “Fragile! You want to talk about fragility?!” Taly lets loose a cackle that is most unlike her before her sister’s face is shoved back into the mud for a few seconds only to be pulled up once more. “You’re not the only one who’s been keeping secrets La-Nar-Ah!” She says, enunciating every syllable of her sister’s name. “You’ve spent all these years thinking you were so gifted and that you went to some special academy for empaths! Well Mother told me the truth! After you turned Grandpa into a squirrel when you were a toddler you couldn’t be trusted with your magic anymore so Mother sent you to an -asylum-! You weren’t powerful, you were just crazy!” Talyara yanks Lanara’s head so far that her back arches and she could whisper in that tapered ear. “You’re so fragile that Mother couldn’t even raise you so she sent you away.” Taly finally releases Lanara and stands, beelining towards the perimeter of the ring and beginning the movements to climb up the cage and outside to victory. In time, she would probably regret saying those things to Lanara, but something in her had snapped at her sister’s jeering and accusations, and she was past the point of rational thinking.

Brennia flinched again at the kick that Lanara sent to Taly’s face! The crowd roars and Charlise asks in a joking tone, “‘dere is ah way ta shut ‘er up!” The crowd guffaws and hangs on every moment while Brennia, or Charlise was walking the outer area of the ring and one drunk spectator nearly spills his drink on her, “ey! Watch eet yah giffahr!” And she kicks an empty cup at the guy’s head which ricochets and gets the guy next him, too. Charlise is spunky! Now Taly was shouting at Lana and surprise meets her eyes with a gasp, “ya’ all ‘eard it ‘ere! -La-nara with de legendahree derriere ‘as a few strahws missin’ from ‘er stahk!” Meaning she’s crazy! The crows eats it up, cheering on Lanara, “CRA-ZEE! LA-NAH!” Over and over again.

Lucky said to Lanara, "Use that crazy arse! Sit on 'er!"

Sargaso received instruction that no one should be killed or seriously maimed from this fight, and he wholeheartedly agrees. What a waste of babes if one of them were to die or be disfigured. He must do a solid to all men everywhere by ensuring these buxom broads keep all their pretty teeth and hair (bikinis optional). And so, when Lanara roundhouse kicks Talyara in the face (!!!!- whoa!!!), he steps forward between them to give Talyara a chance to recover. In doing so he slides an arm across Lanara's middle like a barricade. Is it necessary? No. Is it the perk of being a mud wrestling marshal? Absolutely. Will Amy's inevitable screaming the whole ride back to Cenril deter him from doing this again? Absolutely not. He takes a mental note that this will be the last time he makes a needless call in Talyara's favor, just one to protect himself from (accurate) accusations of bias towards Lanara. It isn't personal, Taly. It's business. Once Talyara recuperates from the blow to the head, he lets Lana advance into that sweeping leg trap set by Taly. They wrestle. Taly pulls back Lana by the hair and whispers in her ear angry things. God this is hot.

Lucky said to Talyara, "Yeah the hair! That's the way! Go for the kidney!"

Lucky proceeds to boo the referee for his daring to interfere. "Stay outta it! It's just gettin' good!"

Hudson , like everyone here, shouts and is on his feet when Talyara runs to tackle her sister. "Come on!" he's shouting at Lanara, who rallies to kick Talyara right in the teeth. He pumps his fist. "Yeah!" But Lanara's rally doesn't look secure for long, because Talyara's got her by the hair. The audience can't exactly hear what the witches are saying to one another because of the screaming. Thank the gods for Brennia, who is reporting on it. "This is wild!" shouts Hudson to Amy, now noticing the sour look on her face, a remnant reaction from Sargaso's UNNECESSARY TOUCHING of Lanara's stomach. "Aren't you having fun?" he asks her. "Sure," she replies. She is watching, though, and enjoying the show. She just doesn't want to look like it. She's inwardly scripting her half the argument with Sargaso for later.

Lanara winces as she feels the impact of that kick to Taly’s jaw, in more ways than one. She, obviously, knew that her ‘secret’ would resort in bashing each other and come to blows, but she -hated- hurting her little sister. And then, Sarg comes over and paws at her toned tummy, in an effort to keep her held back a minute. She’s tiny, and he ends up brushing his fingertips over her bikini top when he retracts his hand, earning Sargaso a pout of those full lips and a slight widening of those doe eyes. She was flagged! There’s a pause as Taly opens and closes her mouth, shakes her head, and assesses her injuries. Lana, uses this time to open up about how it really wasn’t a huge deal, as she had broken things off with Eirik nearly two months before this event. The elf is smoking hot, even covered in filth, and the catcalls continue in the background, as both sisters face off. She stands in the mud, a hand planted upon each hip, with mud slowly dripping down her cleavage and torso, her chocolate hues softening as she looks at her fragile sibling. “Taly! It’s not a big deal. Really! I realized some things and we bro-” Her words fall short as the witch kicks her with such force that she falls onto her back, the wind knocked out of her, and pain surging up and down her spine. “Oomph.” This wasn’t over, clearly. Rolling onto her stomach, she aims to climb to her feet, “I lef-” and her long locks are roughly tugged back, causing her neck to crack from the sudden force, and her back to arch unnaturally. She tries to scramble for some footing, but her attempts are futile as the slippery mud doesn’t allow such a thing to come to fruition. Tears spring from her eyes as her hair is further tugged back, and as that cackle passes Taly’s lips, she knows that her sister has snapped, that whatever were to come next would not be pretty. “No…” The roar of the crowd fades from her tapered ears as her head is forced into the mud, and for a split second she thinks that, yes, her sister is more than capable of murder, and that she was sure to drown in this murky substance. She had pushed her over the edge by falling in love with a witch hunter, hiding about their engagement for months, and then lying to get her to this very public event, to hear the confession. Was this karma? Would this be her -third- death? Lana doesn’t even struggle, not that it would do much good, though she sharply inhales as her head is lifted from the mud, her pretty face caked in brown goop. Her eyes aren’t even able to fully open from the extra pressure of the sludge, and her long lashes are clinging together. And then, the blow that would hit Lana harder than any punch or kick, strikes her directly in the heart. She had been sent to an academy, for her powers had started showing their strength at such a young age, and she did turn Grandpa into a squirrel… Was it true? Was she not ‘gifted’ but mentally unhinged? She bursts into tears as Taly continues the verbal assault, whispering such a vile thing, words that could never be taken back, and fears that will never quite be consoled. The heartache the elf feels is worse than anything she’s ever felt, and she assumes that her younger sister isn’t merely bluffing, that she is, indeed, a murderous little witch that had derailed long ago. She had spent her childhood and teens locked away, in near isolation, and she’s trying so hard to realize if maybe it was an asylum. She had trust issues, was a victim of various types of abuse, and those that knew her, knew her many mood swings. She has a colorful, multi-faceted personality. “I’m… Crazy.” The tears continue to flow in a steady rhythm, and as her sister plans her escape, Lana rises from the mud like a phoenix would it’s fiery confines, her heartache tainted with newfound rage. “You BITCH! If you weren’t such a baby about literally EVERYTHING, I could have confided in you. But you never care about anything but yourself, and you’re always so depressed and playing the victim, that -I- cared, and didn’t want to cause you worry! You say I’m crazy, I’ll show you crazy, but you are WEAK!!!” How -dare- Taly expose this possible truth in front of such a massive audience! This was -her- confession, not a place for her sister to turn the tables and make her out to feel even worse than she already had for hiding her relationship with Eirik. She lifts her hands to wipe the mud from her eyes, and charges like an olympic track champion, her approach so flawless, despite the slippery mud, that she dives into the air, as though she were doing one of her many ballerina lifts. Lana lands on Taly’s back, her nails viciously clawing at her sister’s upper arms, before she wraps her long legs around her waist, and uses the bars as a launch-off post, causing them both to slide down the cage and back into the pool of mud. Once there, her sister turns to leave, and Lana reaches out and snaps her bra strap, the echo louder than the cheering of the crowd. That is used as a distraction, for if Taly is to turn around and aim another backhand to Lana’s face, she’d find that the witch is no longer standing where she once was, but that she’d be moving stealthily behind her sister, as though she were an extra layer of skin. The younger sibling would be confused, thinking that Lana was hiding beneath the mud, but no, she’s at her back, as her arms would now coil around her waist, and her teeth would chomp down on her left shoulder. The bite lasts a good ten seconds, the elf relentless in her gnawing of Taly’s tender flesh, and she’d spin her around to spit the blood in her face, before darting over towards the side to begin her ascent up the cage. Over her shoulder, she yells, “I know you hate to see me go… But you’ll -love- to watch me leave! I never want to see you again!”

Brennia watched with bated breath as to what Lanara’s response to these claims would be, “far ya poor souls ‘oo be in da back! -La-nara is counterin’ wit callin’ -Tahl-yara a ‘WEAK BITCH!’” And then this also becomes a popular chant for the masses cheering on Lanara, “ahr ya jus gonna take dat -Tahl-yara?!” Walking along the ring again a gross spectator with hairy moobs is shouting, “kiss and make up!” Charlise kicks another empty cup at this pervert, “ey! Dis’ won’t be dat type of show!” Roadies with towels are waiting for Lanara to make her way out of the ring to help her wrap up till she gets to her changing room, but ‘Charlise’ addresses Sargaso, “ref?!”

Zahrani closes her eyes for a moment at seeing Lanara's roundhouse kick. She sighs upon seeing Taly get back on her feet and regain the upper hand, raising a paw to run through her braided hair. She hears the words exchanged between the two sisters, before asking herself, "By the stars, what has Cyris brought me into?" Seeing as Scandal was the person closest enough to smell the feline, he might also detect other faint odors. Lavender, sage, and...Taly (assuming he could remember what each of his friends could smell like)?

Lucky seemed to be devouring the action so much, her stomach growled. She snatched a handfull of her neighbor's popcorn. She seemed to be playing both sides with that commentary, no matter who her money was on. That bite has even her wincing as salty memories from dirtier flesh past come flooding back. "Ouch! Oh, go for the sneak! That a girl, Lana!" Crunch, chomp went the popcorn, probably the true source of the salty taste, more butter than her memories. "Watch your back, small fry!" Then...oh was she seriously climbing out of the cage? She stands up, popcorn flying all in front of her in Hudson and Amy's direction, some of it chewed, some of it not. "Booo! C'mon! Stick it out! She's family, make her feel it!"

Scandal :: up until this point Scandal had been pretty lax at the fight, but when he heard Talyara’s verbal attack on Lana and then the sisters response in its visual graphicness, he stood quickly, shrugging off the sound of bones snapping and popping into place a thoroughly if not inhumanly painful process, as his form collapsed into its humanoid norm. He gripped the guard rail with his immense strength powderizing it as he watched from above the arena, his heart going out for the two contenders. Everything in him wanted to stop the fight, but he wasn’t the one who owned the stadium or had put the fight into motion, all he could was watch.His eyes tearing up as he listened to their volley of words exchanged and blows dealt. His two of his dear friends were at war with each other.

Orikahn flattens his ears to his skull at the sudden outpouring of sound. The thunderous roar that blasts through the stadium is palpable, thrumming in the very seats, sounds as though it could bring down the ceiling. Mind you, there's no real danger (and terramancers on standby regardless, just in case), but the energy is fierce, and Kahn's tail puffs. Sensing his unease, one of the backers prudently taps Kahn's leg with a cane, drawing the feline's attetion to offer him a golden hip flask. Kahn eagerly accepts, sets down his ale keg for an improvised stool, takes a seat, and drinks as he coldly evaluates these fertile-looking witches on the merits of their fighting spirit. He lusts. For *blood.*

Hudson has joined in on a "La-na, La-na, La-na!" chant that some in the crowd are trying to get going. The chant stops as she topples them back into the mud again, and everyone cranes their necks to watch what happens next. Hudson's row is screaming at the violent bra strap snap. "Get up!" Amy surprises Hudson by shouting at Talyara as Lanara goes in for the shoulder bite. She's rooting for the other woman now, the one whom her boyfriend didn't inadvertently maybe touch on the boob. Hudson is still rooting for Lana. "Go, go, go!!!" he cheers her on as she tries to get out of the cage.

Talyara is on her way up the side of the cage, eager to get this mud-show over with and get as far away from her plotting, conniving, lying sister as soon as possible. In the recesses of her mind, she knows she’s done damage by using her sister’s academy against her, planting false truths into her conscious. Talyara shakes her head, ridding herself of the guilt for the time being, and continuing her scale of the side of the ring. Lanara’s equally hurtful words sting and bring tears to her eyes, a few escaping and causing rivulets on her mud-caked cheeks. The druidic witch sniffles go unheard as the crowd roars it’s excitement over this sister on sister match. ‘Just keep climbing, Taly,’ she whispers to herself, unaware that Lanara isn’t going to let her escape that easily. Talyara only makes it another foot higher when Lanara leaps perfectly in the air as if she were performing a recital. Only this time, her landing sticks on Talyara’s back as opposed to a stage, her nails digging into the bare flesh on her upper arms. Taly yelps in pain as those dancer legs wrap around her waist and the younger sister is forced to let go, the pair going tumbling back into the murky pool. Taly had decided that she was going to lay off the offensive attacks and just try to escape, eager to put this fight to rest. She attempts to crawl away from her assailant only to feel her bikini strap pulled before it snaps against her back. A yowl leaves Taly’s lips as she quickly covers up her front as her bikini top begins to slip. Thanks to her quick thinking and the mud, the audience only gets a few seconds of a peep show, Sargaso getting an eye full what with being so close and all (wait, was that a secret piercing?!), before she fixes herself. An embarrassed heat burns her cheeks as she whips around, ready to smack her sister once more, all thoughts of a non-offensive approach gone. Only...Lanara isn’t there. Taly’s brows furrow as she looks around the mud and then the surrounding cage, searching for Lana’s whereabouts. The woodland witch is tricky, sneaky even, and she is quick to wrap her arms around Taly’s waist before sinking those perfect, white teeth into her shoulder. Taly screams, Lanara’s canines unrelenting in her flesh as she aims to do as much damage as possible. The assault seems to last for several agonizing minutes before she is turned around and Lanara spits shreds of her skin and blood back into her face. “Uck!” Talyara groans, moving to swipe the gore from her features as her shoulder oozes blood. She doesn’t let this attack hinder her, however, beelining for Lanara who attempts to make her great escape. Taly is almost upon her and she pulls her left fist back, intent on aiming her it into Lana’s lower back when she hits a particularly slick patch of mud. Her attack is abandoned as her arms flail instinctively to try and regain her balance. While her kidney strike might have been thwarted, Taly lands a smart smack on her sister’s legendary derriere, the contact loud enough to echo around the ring and be heard by even the rowdiest of spectators. Talyara uses this hopefully surprising slap to her advantage as she wraps her arms around Lanara and yanks her back into the ring. “Do you even know what it’s like to live in your shadow?!” She yells, grappling with Lanara as she tries to keep hold of her squirming sister, forcing her to listen. “You always act like our respective abuses are some kind of competition! You’ve been hurt, I’ve been hurt. But we were ALWAYS supposed to have each other!” With an “oomph” the pair go tumbling into the mud once more as Taly struggles to maintain her grip. “You call refusing to murder people weak?! Don’t think I don’t know about all your little escapades over the last several years! Slaughtering people all over Lithrydel!” Talyara rolls over atop Lanara, pinning her arms above her head so that she can look straight into those pretty, chocolate hued eyes. “I wouldn’t be surprised if -you- were responsible for Persephone’s death! Was she just getting too strong, too powerful, and you didn’t want her to steal the attention from you?! She was our -sister-, Lanara! Mother always said her death was suspicious!” Talyara finally releases Lanara from her grasp and scrambles to a standing position before aiming a kick at her stomach to thwart her own escape. “Now STAY DOWN!” She yells, her voice cracking as it becomes hoarse what with all the yelling and emotion. Talyara’s steps to the edge of the cage aren’t rushed this time. She just wanted this day to be over.

Brennia fet her head spinning from all of the family drama being drugged up in the mud, so she focuses on the punches, “gettin’ dahrty now! ‘Dere is blood in de mud!” Then there was a wardrobe malfunction, but - luckily with the thick layer of mud it was hard to determine much of anything. Then there was biting?! “Ey! Dat be dahrty! REF!?” Really Lanara? Come on, that’s gross, “be bittin’ peepole!” Taly’s punch to the arse is met with more guffaws, “a butt-punch! My girle! Go far de asset!” Shock takes Charlise again, “-Tahl-yara killin’ seestars!? Or wahs -La-nara da one?!” The pair got a little mixed up with the mud covering and rolling around- plus their names are similar! Taly commands her sister to stay down and Charlise sighs, “Tahl-yara said ‘STAY DOWN’. I ‘ave no idea ‘how -La-nara cahn come back from dat one!”

Scandal :: of course Scandal could probably have smelled the felne, so when he wasn’t fixated on the unfolding drama, he might have smelled Talyara about her, and presumed that they might be together or not. His form having reasserted itself, scandal pulled back the black linens that hid his face, only to find the his beard missing, He might have shrugged that off, but there had been other changes, he glanced at shield hanging on the wall, and realized his features had finally fit the facial profile of a drow. He turned to his merc female. “Silencia,” His voice soothing and crisp, “See if the they have any smellale, I need something to drink.” He glanced at Zahrani, his red eyes no longer the same, with the softness they had had. “May this end well, so that we do not have to bury anyone.” He said to Zahrani.

Sargaso bites his fist when he gets front row seats to Talyara's wardrobe malfunction. Lanara is bringing sexy back. Back to the fight: The marshal can tell by the anger radiating off both hot bods like summer heat radiating off a stone that this fight will be over soon. He needs to sway the judge to vote Lanara the winner, and fast. When Talyara gets Lanara down into the mud easily, he raises a hand to flag the attack and points at Taly. "Magic! Made Lanara slip through magical means." It's a bold-faced lie told with the swagger of a man who believes he will be boldly rich very soon. Talyara supporters boo him. It isn't a disqualifying infraction, but should dock Talyara some points.

Sargaso is booed again when he conveniently ignores the biting.

Sargaso is very unpopular right now. Don't hate the player, hate the game.

Lucky pshaws at all that trivial accusing. Killing people off? Resentment? All those rumors going around. That was family, right? The flash of red mixing with the brown has her hooting her loudest, grunting even a syllable anyone who knew a hint of orcish would find obscene. "Get up, Lana! You gonna take that from the shrimp? Defend your damn dignity or honor or whatever you elves got!" She was standing again, the grumbling couple of brothers behind her rubbing their hammer and axe respectively. That might be a bit of fun later, but for the moment, she got too sucked in. "You love each other, fight it out! Get dirty! Get it all out there! C'mon, don't run like a pair o' chickens!"

Lucky said to Sargaso, "You better stay put, ref, or I'm comin' down there!"

Sargaso shouted at Lucky, "I'll have you evicted!"

Brennia said to Lucky, "Nooo spectators in da ring."

Brennia shouted at Sargaso, "You jus keep dem eyes on de lahdies, ref!"

Lucky pounds her fists against her chest at the officials, taunting either of them to try and stop her! All in good fun.

Sargaso happily keeps his eyes on the ladies.

Sargaso hopes they spank each other again.

Lanara has just about had enough of Taly’s little charade of airing their families dirty laundry, half of which she isn’t even sure is the truth. She’s eager to be rid of her sister, rid of this mud, rid of this repulsive underground land, in general. She’s going to escape this cage, both physically and mentally, and leave Lithrydel in the dust, to hell with it all! If she was such a venomous woman, and if Taly hated her presence that much, well, she’d learn to appreciate her absence! Plus, if she really was a threat and on the off chance that the Academy was really one of her delusions, and she was in a different sort of institution, she’d want to spare her loved ones any future heartache. She lifts her palms, to grab a hold on the upper bars, nearly making it halfway up the cage. “Not. Much. Further.” The fact that she’d be leaving behind a few select people stings, almost as much as the unexpected slap on her legendary derriere, which causes her to unleash a half-pained, half-erotic, “OW!!!” before she loosens her grip. Taly clutches at her bikini bottoms, and nearly tugs them completely off, so those in the audience get a good half-moon of her buttocks, the left cheek bearing a fiery red handprint. Lana had a job years ago, one she wasn’t entirely proud to hold, and a blush rises to her face as the men in the crowd begin to chant, “Cinnamon! Cinnamon! Cinnamon!” The sister’s end up body slamming into the mud, and she quickly rights her bottoms over her rear, meeting those emerald hues with a heated glare. So, this was how it was going to be?! She had come clean about her past, had arranged a fight where Taly would have the upper hand, and all she had gotten in return was literally spanked, her family history aired, ‘secrets’ revealed that had bruised more than her ego, and accusations that may or may not be false. The elf is heartbroken, the fight had literally gone out of her, and she’s unaware that she’s weeping, her salty tears washing her face free of the mud that stained her high cheekbones. They roll around in the mud, swatting at each other, hair pulling, and each trying to get the upper hand, though Taly ends up straddling Lana, and pinning her arms over her head. She kicks, screams, struggles to break free of her little sister’s grasp, aiming to meet that pretty face with a head butt, but as she’s struggling in the mud that repeatedly pours into her mouth, her sister delivers yet another accusation, this one even worse than the other! Persephone. The elder sister, the one that had a death shrouded in mystery. Her chocolate hues flash with sheer hatred for Taly, and she’s shaking from head to toe, as she’s accused of not only murdering her own kin, but of ‘slaughtering’ others all over the realm, and of being competitive. “HOW DARE YOU!!! I would -never- hurt Persephone! Maybe it was you! You -love- to play the victim! It was ME that always had to fix your mistakes, and I took the brunt of the damage, ALL THOSE YEARS! You took Mother. You always were the golden child. All I ever had was my magic. And you even took that, when it was ME, that had to make a sacrifice! It’s not a competition, Taly, you’re right. It’s manipulation! That’s all you do is take and take. You are weak. Pathetic. I am done letting you play the victim! I can’t trust you with anything of importance, that’s why I had to resort to this!” She bucks wildly, as though she were some sort of savage, the desire to silence her sister, something wicked. There would be no hexing. She’d settle this with her own bare hands. Talyara stands up and kicks her in the stomach, a sucker’s attack, and she groans, rolling onto her side, and clutching at her ribs. The pain is so strong that she wonders if she had done internal damage. For a moment, she just sits in the mud, feeling sorry for herself and trying to catch her breath, though even that hurts, as her anger turns to a simmer. The Ref declares that Taly had somehow used her magic in the silenced cage, and she quirks a brow, wondering if he was trying to sway the judge to favor her, though she can’t understand why, as she had never met this man, until now. Reaching out, she claws at his thighs, nearly tearing off his bottoms, as she’s struggling to get up and issue one final attack. Her gaze shifts to her sister who is climbing the bars once more, and in her mind, she knows this is over that she should just drop it all, lick her wounds, and move on. But, she is Lanara. And she had to get everything out, otherwise this all was for nothing! She shakily rises to her feet, the mud feeling thicker than it seemed when they had first entered the ring, and she wobbles, though she advances on her sister, and tugs her from the bars. Both seem to be significantly weaker since the start, though when she meets her traitorous gaze, the flame is ignited, and she delivers a quick uppercut, the jab hitting Taly in the center of her throat. As the punch meets its target, she pushes the witch back against the cage, those smoldering hues looking her up and down. “You didn’t have to go to such extremes. I broke up with Eirik two months ago. The engagement is off! He’s no longer my lover! I haven’t seen or spoken to him since then.” A pause. “Go take a bath, Taly! Clean your -fragile- body of all the filth and dirty deeds that YOU carry! I’m taking the higher road and not airing every little one of your many mistakes and sins. It’s over!” Was she talking about the fight being over? Their relationship? Lana doesn’t linger, as she shakes her head, and aims to pass her sister, reaching for the bars.

Brennia claps, “da one wit de derriere be -not- engaged to ta weetch killare, I said, she be -NOT- engaged! Dis one be single fellas!” A many proclamation of love for Lana overflows the arena, promises of land, diamonds and clothes! “She be aimin’ ta leave de ring once more! Will she be successful dis tiyme!?” The crowd was booing for they didn’t want this show to be over! Okay, like, ya’ll haven’t had enough?! Calm down.

Sargaso , when Lanara moans 'Ow', is grateful for the cake of mud sprayed onto the front of his pants. When the men in the crowd shout 'Cinammon', he recalls when he met Lanara as Cinammon. Now THAT was a party. Amy ruined that one too. (And some orc pimp crashed it too, but mostly Amy ruined it with her jealousy.)

Zahrani continues to watch the fight. She doesn't know what to believe in this strange exchange between the sisters. "Come on, Taly! Get up!" she shouts.

Sargaso is being clawed at by a hot babe in a bikini. Amy may set his most treasured possessions on fire tonight. Nonetheless, he sets Lanara right with a hand to her hip, helping her regain her balance. What a blessed day.

Lucky was almost feral as the couple of dwarves stood on their seat behind her, one raising his hammer over his head while the other started to swing is axe. Was it convenience that made Lucky thrust her elbows back into both their chests before she pumped both fits up in the air, or calculated cheering as she hoots at Lanara's dragging her sister back into the filth. Something about tasty seasoning and empty promises fills her ears before she joins in the booing as Lanara went to end it once more. Calm down? Enough? Never!

Sargaso behaves like a horse with side blinders on, unable to look at the crowd, and especially not in Amy's direction.

Scandal :: The chanting of cinnamon gains Scandal's attention think for a second that the musk he occasionally is associated was stretching further than normal, but he doubted it. Leaning over the non powder part of the guard railing he watches, his eyes vibrantly orange like fire, follow the movements of ref, and of his two friends at each others throats. He whispered, ever so softly, "Your not fragile, your gifts lie elsewhere."

Talyara emerald gaze flicks around the arena, looking at the crowd in confusion as there’s an uproar, a call for “Cinnamon”. Her nose crinkles, not sure why there are calling out for a spice. As the calls continue to rise, realization breaks over her and she looks back down at Lana, eyes wide. “Who the hell is Cinnamon?! Is that one of your many personalities? Another thing you’ve ‘conveniently’ forgotten to tell me?” Her eyes momentarily move up to Sargaso and he is granted a fiery gaze and for a moment she looks like she might pounce on him instead. “Roundhouse kicks to the face and bites don’t get anything from you but a slip is on me?!” Talyara’s anger surges through her. They were all rooting for Lanara--of course they were she had plotted the whole thing! They were all in cahoots! “We can’t use magic in here you stupid mo--” Taly cuts off her barrage of insults at the marshal and glares at her sister as Lana draws her attention by slinging accusations back at her and continues to scream her anger. “I -never- make myself out to be the victim! You just put me there! You never let me do anything! I think you purposefully try and keep me weak so you can swoop in and act the heroine!” It is with a final growl of frustration that she finally gets up, delivers that kick to the stomach, and makes her way towards the edge of the arena. She’s tired. She’s exhausted. And she doesn’t even really fight Lanara off when she regains her composure and pulls Taly down once more. Talyara just has enough time to give her sister a pleading look, begging her to let them end this, when she issues a powerful uppercut, one that connects right into her jugular. It does a decent amount of damage, causing Talyara to backpedal until her shoulder blades press up against the cage as her hands clutch to her throat, gasping for air. Her eyes widen in shock, turning to Lanara who continues her verbal assault. Taly’s eyes widen in both fear that she will never be able to take a proper breath and shock that Lanara had kept yet -another- secret from her. Despite the need to keep her focus sharp on that sneaky sister of hers, Taly gives in for a moment, allowing her eyes to pull closed as she takes a few deeper breaths, testing out the inflammation in her throat. At her sister’s snide remark about taking a bath, Talyara’s eyes pop open as she watches Lanara turn around and reach for the bars. Oh Taly was the one with sins and dirty deeds, huh? It was hardly true, but if Lana was going to put that on her she would live up to that title. Before her mind can catch up with her body and remind her what a bad idea this is, Taly feels her hand grasp her sister’s shoulder and turn her around. She doesn’t give her a chance to react before Talyara’s left fist balls and is yanked back, thrusting forward and connecting with poor Lanara’s eye with the strength of professional fighter, one that would knock her out before she even hit the pool of mud. Echoes of “ooh” and wincing faces sweep across the arena as Taly stares down at her fallen sister, her hand shaking, and her breath ragged. “I guess my secret is that I have one bitch of a left hook,” she snarls down at her unconscious sister.

Orikahn nods appraisingly. He had doubts about the ferocity of this match and now finds they are unfounded. He passes the flask back to its owner, then folds his arms over his chest to resume watching with genuine interest. Meanwhile, one of the Redskull's security staff, a dwarf in a red and white uniform, approaches Scandal with what appears to be... a ticket pad? Politely, he scrawls a bill for the powdered guard rail. The dwarf passes the fine to one of Scandal's attendants, tips his crested cap, and strolls back out to police the increasingly energetic crowd.

Lucky said to Talyara, "Yes! Payback punches back!"

Brennia sucks air through her teeth at the punch, “ouch! -La-nara be down!” The crowd collectively cheers for Taly and boos for her as Lanara was lying unconscious in the mud and Charlise was watching Sargaso, waiting for him to count down and call the fight, “well?!”

Sargaso jumps between the sisters as soon as Lana goes down, lights out, all but dead to the roar and gasps of the crowd. Once again, he unnecessarily touches Talyara to put distance between her and Lanara. "That's it!" he shouts. "KO!" The fight's over. Once Talyara is no longer gunning for Lanara, he kneels beside the fallen witch and mutters 'Damn' under his breath. "Lanara," he says with genuine concern, gently tapping her cheeks as he waits for a healer to enter the ring.

Lucky erupts in a roar with everyone else before security begins to near her and the two moaning dwarves behind her...

Zahrani winces at seeing Talyara's final knockout punch. Surveying the emerald-eyed elf's neck wound, and the likely inflammation building in her fist, the panther says to no one in particular, "I could describe you with many words, Taly. But 'fragile' is not one of them..." One, because it wouldn't be accurate, and two, because she'd like to maintain consciousness in her interactions with the witch.

Lanara comes to, finding the referee looking into her eyes, his features etched in concern. His hand cups her cheek, and had she known of Amy’s existance, she’d likely slap him so she wouldn’t be knocked out twice in one night! He helps her to sit up and she looks around, momentarily dazed and confused. “Am I at the Academy? Wh-What’s going on?” There’s a long pause, as she takes in the fact that she’s bathed in mud, and inside of a steel cage. Her dark eyes narrow on her sister, as it -all- comes flooding back, the lies, the beatings, the peep shows to the crowd and that poor referee, Sarg. (He totally enjoyed it, don’t let him kid you!) Lana is stunned, the tender skin around her eye already bruising from the impact of Taly’s fist, the incessant pounding in her head and the pressure behind the socket are giving her a full-blown migraine. She’s too weak to even bother with a witty retort, or a heated insult, as she literally had her fine derriere kicked to the fullest extent. She’s happy this crazy fight is over, and all she wants to do is wash the mud from her body, curl into bed, and cry herself to sleep. Tomorrow she could pack her belongings, leave this hellish land in the dust, and start a new life, far from this realm. But for now, she merely clenches her jaw, hugs her bare legs to her chest, and awaits the verdict from the judge.

Hudson has joined in on the "Cinnamon!" chant, but things are moving too fast. They're on the floor, tussling about, and now Talyara's trying to get out of the cage again. Lanara doesn't let her. They're shouting at each other, it's hard to hear, Hudson asks Amy if she heard. "I want to go home!" she shouts back at him, and he can barely hear her shouting that at point blank range. She is in a bad mood for obvious reasons and wants to ghost Sargaso, who's supposed to be her ride. "What?!" Hudson looks at Amy and shouts back. "No! Come on." It's then that the crowd roars explosively, and he looks back at the fight to realize that he's failed to see the KO. "No!" he cries. Amy, thoroughly in gf explosion mode, pushes past him to storm out before Sargaso can find her. Scandal eyes one his remaining bodyguard who being deaf hadn't heard the dwarf come in, receiving the bill he chuckles at the cost to repair it, and sticks a diamond worth ten times the amount to the ticket. "Let them gold leaf it." And passes it back to the Redskull staff member attending him. "Keep the change, my compliments and apology for damaging such a magnificent theater."

Talyara wouldn’t have continued to fight even if Sargaso hadn’t called it, his hand touching her stomach and gently pushing her back and away from Lanara. She shakes out her hand, her left knuckles already swelling (and probably bruising under that layer of mud). Her throat is on fire and it hurts to swallow, the force of Lana’s throat punch causing some internal damage as even breathing remains difficult. Then there’s that busted jaw and bitten shoulder contending for attention. She leans against the side of the cage, helplessly rubbing at her throat to try and loosen up her airway a bit. She looks at Lanara once she stands--all the heat had gone out of her with that final punch. She was tired. She was injured, bruised, and battered. But mostly she was humiliated and heartbroken. Unseen tears water in her eyes as she keeps her gaze focused on the ground. Gradually, the noises of the crowd become heard now that her anger had ebbed away; even the cheers and chants of her name are not enough to rouse her spirits and lift her mood. She just wanted to get out of this gods forsaken cage, wash off all the mud, and cry for the next few days (or weeks).

Ranok || A short and sharp whistle blast rings out above the din of the crowd and feuding witch sisters to call a halt to the match proper. Ranok strides forward to the ring and, fearlessly, reaches in to grasp the arms of both ladies to pull them up out of the muck, "Well done, both of you. Especially with that hook and kick...was the spanking truly necessary? Yes. Fine. Ahem. Regardless. Ladies, I do hope that this has worked your frustrations out? Sisters should not quarral, especially those bound in blood and bond as you two are. You two need to kiss and make up." Another throat clear, "Moving on to other matters, after careful, and far more deliberation then the matter deserved, I pronounce Taylara to be the winner!" Several things happen simultaneously. The winning lady is pulled forth from the muck to stand upon the worn stone of the ring. The unlucky loser is released with a shove to push her back into the muck, the footing proving more then precarious. A finger snap and the pylons glow suddenly, and the goop in the makeshift arena hardens in a breath, turning into something that wasn't quite stone, but nearly as tenacious. The loser would need to suffer the final indignity of being chipped free by the workers while the winner was free to do as she pleased. The matter all finally settled, Ranok takes the opportunity to withdraw from the pit, mostly because he felt dirty, despite the fact that he hadn't gotten into the pit at all.

Scandal fists clenched as Lanara was pushed back into the mud. Without a word to Zahrani or his remaining bodyguard, or even the two on their way back he pushes past them moving toward the stairs, and to wait until just outside the arena floor so that he could get Lanara out of the sturdy resin.

Sargaso curses under his breath again when Lanara loses. He's leaving with empty pockets and a pissed off girlfriend. He looks towards the stands to see just how bad the damage is, aaaand she's gone. Damn. Real bad. Well, with Amy out of the room, he gentle nudges Lana toward Taly for the 'kiss and make up' part of this wrestling opera (he still assumes the feud is fake).

Ranok sees Sargaso's expression, and deeply regrets his poor choice of words.

Lanara is now standing, though barely, and she’s seeing three of Ranok, though she feigns a small smile for the crowd. The fact that Taly had shamed her beyond recovery stings, though the show must go on, and as he’s going on and on about unleashing their frustrations she doesn’t bother to admit or deny anything. She wanted out of this place. This was –not- a good idea, nor was it how she had imagined things would unfold. Her stomach is killing her, likely suffering from some sort of internal damage. The handprint on her ass stings like a bee, and she can swear she feels a bald spot just above the nape of her neck, from all the tugging of her hair. And her head… Lana knows she has a concussion, and she also knows that she can’t show her face in public for quite some time. The beautiful announcer has the crowd going wild, the referee is still probably eyeing her ass, and Ranok is finally making his decision. “Just hurry the eff up, already…” She mumbles, suddenly nauseas, and she swallows hard, trying to keep the bile at bay. Seconds later, he announces Taly as the winner, and she sighs. Of course, her sister –always- came out on top, though she isn’t angry, just a little sad. “Congrats.” The fight has entirely gone out of the witch, and she slowly leans towards her sister for the crowd was now cheering ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ loud and clear, thanks to Ranok’s tart of an idea. “Fine.” Those doe eyes soften as she sees her sister struggling to swallow, though her hands ball into fists, for she’s feeling such a confliction of emotions. Lana closes her eyes, puts her hands on each of Taly’s shoulders, and leans in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Talyara mulls around on the edge of the concrete, thankful to be out of the mud. She’s still mad at Sargaso for trying to throw the fight, angling for Lanara to win. She’s not sure why Ranok is even here, babbling about the fight being brought about to release their frustrations. Would this ever be over? Why was it dragging on? Finally, the announcement comes and Taly is stunned when she hears that she has been declared as the winner. It shows on her face despite the mud and she looks out at the crowd to see the various responses to the decision. She hears Ranok proclaim that they need to ‘kiss and make up’ and she rolls her eyes slightly. She doesn’t exactly jump with excitement at the idea of making up with her sister (after all that she had put her through this evening), but if it meant the end to this madness she would acquiesce. Turning to face Lanara and looking upon her pretty features she takes careful steps towards her. The next several moments go by so quickly that Taly cannot even process them properly right away. As Lanara moves to place her hands on Taly’s shoulders, she sees Lanara trip and fall thanks to Sargasso’s nudge and instinctively reaches out to catch her. “Are you oka—“ she goes to ask... only the trajectory of Lanara’s fall is such that when Taly catches her in her outstretched arms their faces collide and they are suddenly locked in a steamy kiss! A cacophony of whistles and “ow ow’s!” are jeered from the appreciative crowd. Soon enough (or too soon, depending on which side you’re on) Taly pulls her head back and rights her sister, giving her a gentle nudge away in the direction of Ranok. She could leave now, right? As Taly turns her back on her sister, Lanara is given a shove by the runesmith, causing her to land back in the mud. Due to some unseen magic, the mud begins to solidify entombing her sister as “punishment” for her loss. Talyara pauses and looks over her shoulder at her sister. “I’m sorry, Lana,” she whispers quietly before hopping down and running as quickly as she can from the arena.

Hudson is among those who boo when Talyara is announced the winner. His bodyguard will have to pay the bookies. Ah well. Sometimes you win some, sometimes you lose some. He and his people clap for the grand finale before they fall in with the crowd and begin to make their way out.

Sargaso tries to enjoy this 'kiss and make up' moment, but his gaze keeps flickering towards the empty seat beside Hudson. Maybe Amy just went to pee? He knows it's a long shot. She's mad. She's gone. Shiiiii---. Just as he looks back at the combatants, they're kissing! Whoa.... He's briefly stunned and excited, but though he'd like to leer, he's got Amy nagging at the back of his mind. Restless, he scans the crowd. Nothing. Shoot. He congratulates Talyara again then slips out of the cage in pursuit of his girlfriend. He signals to Hudson in the crowd that they'll find each other outside.

Zahrani makes her way out of the arena, walking out to the streets and hoping to find Taly and help her with her wounds. She wouldn't ask any questions of the elf; in all honesty, the feline isn't sure what to say.

Lucky watched the shove, further humiliation. Even that twisted her gut and eschewed a booming boo that got lost in the cacophony of others. She really couldn’t decide, could she? She didn’t have much time to mull over it though, as a burly dwarf more sturdy than the two that had taken both elbow jabs behind her, squeezed through the row, closing in. Uh oh. She catches the new assailant from the corner of a twinkling eye. A pair of brass knuckles gets pulled from her pocket, finest the former slave can afford but no less sturdy as she slips them on. Were they meant for the security guard? No, this aspiring knight in ragged leathers had a different quarry in mind as she uses the heads of the dwarf sitting in front of her as a launching place to leap to the front of the ring. She catches herself on the railing edging the ring, separating it from the stands of onlookers. That paltry barrier wouldn’t keep her from her escape as a whole two other security guards spot the breach and start charging through the crowd toward her! The kiss was suddenly interrupted by the six foot amazon charging for both sisters as she stoops at Lanara’s captured calves and starts hammering at them with her reinforced metal fist, the bronze chipping away at the cement as the trio of guards make their leap. Not much time...Maybe another few seconds. In the end she’d have to jerk Lanara’s feet out, possibly cutting them if the defeated witch wasn’t confused enough to help free herself. No, the fighter’s inky hair falls around her as she hoists Lanara up by her shoulder, showing off that fine derriere for the whole crowd to stare at as guards charge toward them! But she had far longer legs and the aid of adrenaline to aid her dash toward the underbelly of the arena! When through that entrance, saved for combatants only if her experience in Gualon told her anything right, she’d wind through the hallways to the inevitable exit to the outside world with her victim carried and possibly shrieking… If so, she’d bark that the elf was made of tougher stuff than that and continue that flight with a whole half-dozen stubby-legged security guards closing in on her tail through town. Poor Scandal might miss his friend waiting at the entrance of the arena...All the while, she passed a street performer playing a lively saxophone tune well-suited to the evening's madcap entertainment.

Scandal watched as a woman was already attending to Lanara. He sighed knowing that she'd be taken care of, but also his sigh was disappointment, but that disappointment he wouldn't share, nobody had any business knowing that. He turned crossing his hands behind his back, and finding bodyguards he took his leave of the arena.

Lanara is pushed back into the disgusting mud, only to find that it’s become something farther more than a mere mud bath. She gasps, as the sludge hardens around her legs, holding her into place, and a herd of dwarves seem to be in hot pursuit of the ring. What were their intentions?! She’s terrified, not sure what is going on, as her vision is blurred and her head is swimming. “N-No…” She struggles, trying her damnedest to free herself, but it’s futile, as her hands, hips, and thighs, earn nothing more than sharp cuts. She’s cemented into place, in the center of the ring. She’s now sobbing, bordering on hysteria, as this was –not- in the plans, and something that Ranok or the damn dwarves had cooked up on their own twisted behalf. The elf startles as Lucky, brandishing brass knuckles comes seemingly out of nowhere and starts to smash against the stone. The rocks tears into her bare feet and ankles as she’s pulled from the confines of her punishment, though she hopes it’s not into another hell. The Amazon helps her up, and literally carries her out of the ring and through the arena. “LET ME GO! Put me down! What is going on?!” She’s crying, bleeding, and suffering from a multitude of injuries, along with heartache. Her last glimpse of the area is of Scandal, taking his leave, with his head bowed, before she loses consciousness.

Orikahn downs his fourth of fifth flagon while the backers huddle, then retire, filing out into an adjoining private office, eager to deal with accountants and bookies. There is a hubbub of excited discussion all the way. The last dwarf to stand is sure to grab Kahn by the elbow and give the cat an inviting tug. There's business to discuss!