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| Author: | Alli |
| Summary: | Terrineth, Crim, Lena, Ben, Azizia, Torvald, Nish and guest-attendee Martin attend the cross-faction fight club in the deeprun tram tunnel. |
| Rating: | M for Mature 17+ |
You all arrive at a hastily set up arena deep along the tracks of the Deeprun Tram. There are lights and a guard rail set up in a circle to form a ring. Inside the ring stands Bizmo and Crim, a gnome and orc man respectively. People of all races shuffle about the area waiting for the fights to begin. Many of them are gathered at the betting table to place their wagers.
Ben Hazan ambles in, hands in pockets, and scans the area with casual familiarity. He does not, apparently, see anyone in particular he might be looking for, so after a moment he heads to the betting table.
Martin Rischer lounges against the guardrail. He is not a big man. Upright he would stand just around 6 feet, but he always seems to be slouching. His physique is fit but not bulky. He wears simple clothing that will not catch on anything or slow him down. He has many visible scars, most the result of burns but some few obviously the work of blade or animal bite. There are tattoos on both arms and a number of bombs and gadgets hang from his belt. At the moment he is simply appraising the two combatants in silence.
Terrineth slips through the crowd and slaps Rischer on the shoulder, "Rischer? The fel you doing here?" She chuckles, "Gotta say, didn't take you to be the betting type."
"Do you see me at the betting table?" He asks dryly, barely giving the gladiator a glance
Terrineth eyes him, "Tch, figures as much. You really just here to watch?" She shakes her head, "Shit, you're fuckin weird."
"Do you object to watchers?" Martin asks Terrineth.
"Depends. In the ring, the more the better, but in the…" She makes a face and trails off, "Uh, nevermind. You're not worth it…"
Martin took a flask from somewhere on his person and took a sip. "This is the ring, Roselash. Best not to chase away the paying customers"
"Don't worry about it. I'll explain it when you're older." She turns and waves behind her to him, "Anyway, if you change your mind on betting, throw a few gold on me. It's easy coin."
Martin took another sip before stowing the flask again, smiling just the tiniest bit at Terrineth's remark as he watches the two in the ring.
Bizmo and Crim seem to be discussing business matters with one another before the matches begin.
Lena Coit, a slender, pretty blonde woman wearing a blue dress with a flirty neckline, comes in on the arm of a well-muscled man with dark brown hair. As they come into the lights of the arena area, she's looking at him adoringly and laughing at something he must've just said.
Then she scans the room and catches sight of Ben. She turns to her fellow and puts a hand on his chest, going up on her toes to whisper something into his ear. She turns and walks toward Ben, leaving him standing there, confused.
"Hello," she says, smiling at Ben. "Fancy meeting you here."
Ben glances down at Lena and gives her a chipped-tooth, boyish grin as he surveys her. "Well, I ain't expect to see you here. You gamblin' or just here to watch?"
"Some fellow at the Pig and Whistle was talking about a fight club," she shrugs, cutting a glance back toward the confused guy who must be 'some fellow'. "I just got curious, thought I'd see what it was all about. You betting on somebody?"
Azizia, a short, slightly chubby Draenei enters the arena. She wears an off-the-shoulders blue and brown dress showing off her midriff. She walks towards the betting table. She bites her nail a slight grin on her face. She looks around nervous, but excited. As she does, she notices Lena and Ben from afar, and sighs.
A dwarf woman standing at the betting table makes an announcement, "Everyone please place yer bets soon! We've got three fights lined up tonight, so there's plenty of chance for winnings!"
Ben turns too, to look first at Lena's fellow, blandly, and then toward the ring. He spots another familiar face and inclines his head toward Terrineth over at ringside. "Bettin' on her. You ought to s'well, if you come to do it." He glances back down at Lena and crooks another smile.
Lena raises an eyebrow. "Really, she's fighting? Kinda little, isn't she?"
"She is little an' mean as hell." Ben turns to nod respectfully to the dwarf woman, and sifts some coin from his pocket. "On Roselash," he tells her.
The dwarf woman thanks Ben and takes his coin.
Terrineth spots Ben and approaches, albeit warily. "Heya Hazan."
"Oh, fine, I'll follow your lead," Lena giggles. She fishes out a few coins and adds, "For me as well, then. Roselash."
Ben turns and grins boyishly at Terri, too. He gives her a wry little mock salute. "Champ. You know Lena? Miz Coit. Lena, this is the Champ, Roselash."
Azizia stands close enough to overhear Lena and Ben, and speaks to dwarf woman. "I will bet on whoever is fighting Roselash," she says, handing her a few coins, a grin on her face.
Ben glances up at the familiar voice and spots Azizia. He nods respectfully. "Ma'am."
Martin would be eavesdropping on the two in the ring, but then again he'd be eavesdropping on everyone so that's nothing of note.
They seem to be having a simple conversation regarding whatever hazards the fighters might pose tonight. They seem particularly preoccupied with risk of a fire specifically.
"Can't say that I do." Terri glances to Lena. Her eyes go wide and she looks her up and down, "But, I wouldn't mind getting to know her…" She smiles devilishly and points her thumb at herself, "Name's Terrineth. Nice to meetcha, beautiful."
"Alright. It's shaping to be quite the match. Got a famous duelist from Quel'Thalas come down to fight her tonight." the dwarf responds
"Hello…" Azizia pauses. She knows this guy's name for sure now, come on. "Ben Erin?" She then turns to Terrineth and nods, before finally looking at Lena. She looks at the woman's wrist, more specifically. "Lena."
Lena gives a light laugh and a wave with one hand, glancing over Terri in an appraising way. "Nice to meet you too, Roselash. I hear from Ben you're going to win tonight? I bet on you."
"Heh, good choice." Terrineth grins.
"Ben, ma'am, s' right." Ben nods respectfully again, and then turns to the dwarf and gives a low whistle through his teeth. "Quel'Thalas, huh?" He looks to Terrineth again. "You gonna do it, yeah? I talked a lady into puttin' money on you." His crooked smile says he's not really in doubt.
"Well if you got a pretty girl like this bettin on me now I have to win." She winks at Lena.
She nods at Ben. "I just betted on the Quel'Thalas person, just so all of Cobalt Company here would not be betting on same person. I regret it now, because I placed money on blood elf." She smiles to Terrineth. "You better make me lose money."
Martin pays particular attention to the discussion in the middle of the ring, mentally taking note of every attribute they mention in regards to the gladiators on tonight's roster
Terri grins back at Azizia, "Heh, you can count on it, but I'm not up first."
Bizmo and Crim finish talking and turn out to the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen!" Shouts Bizmo, "Welcome once again to the Brawlers Guild. As always, I'm your host Bizmo, letting you all know that the show is about to begin! Please place your bets and get ready for the action!"
Lena glances over at Azizia, and touches the bracelet at her wrist. "Hi, Azizia. Haven't seen you since… Stranglethorn?"
Azizia smiles. "Yes, you have not. I have been travelling much. What about you?"
"Glad to know my money's safe," Lena laughs, meeting Terri's eyes and then glancing down almost shyly. She then turns to Azizia. "I've been in Outland recently, finding out what all I'm allergic to, turns out."
Martin pulls out his flask for another swig, glancing around at the other spectators briefly before looking back into the ring.
Despite having no money on this particular fight, Ben steps away from the betting table and cranes his neck at the ring, folding his arms across his chest. A fellow likes to watch a fight even when there ain't money riding.
Terri keeps her eyes on Lena, smiling and biting her lip, but makes her way over to the ring near Ben to watch the fight. She pulls out a flask and takes a sip.
"Speaking of health," the draenei says, before sending a wave of water healing through Ben, Terrineth before she leaves, and finally Lena. "Just to make sure you are safe with… what is going around."
Bizmo speaks up again, "Alright! It's almost time for the first round! In this corner we have a fearsome bounty hunter from Dalaran, the bane of mages across the Eastern Kingdoms, Give it up for Stephano Torres!"
"Yeah," Lena nods. "I got a potion from the Ironforge clinic, just in case. But thanks. Let's go watch the fight?"
A gruff looking iron grey haired man with a stubbly beard steps into the ring and bows. He wears hard leather armor and carries an axegun, many knives, as well as an assortment of bombs and other weapons.
"And in this corner we have a newcomer! He was once a slave bound to fighting challengers in the Ring of Law in Shadowforge City, but now he's free and here to make it big! Give it up for Durgon the Dreadnaught!"
A burly dark iron dwarf clad from head to toe in thick dark iron plate trudges into the ring. He clangs his hammer against his large, impressive shield that is made of dark iron wrought into the shape of a dwarf's face. The eyes glow orange like embers.
Terrineth cheers. She turns to Ben, "I'm curious bout this Durgon guy. The odds against him are insane for a newcomer. Bizmo must really think he has it in the bag."
Ben raises his eyebrows and nods thoughtfully. He appraises Durgon.
Azizia doesn't cheer. She claps. "I like the shield one. No offence, but I do think humans and gnome make technology as good as ours. I do not like your guns and bombs."
Torres hears her and glances over. He raises an eyebrow but his expression remains blank but stern.
Martin eyes the bounty hunter, then the dwarf, with the same blank expression.
Azizia looks at Torres, narrows her eyes slightly, then flips her hair.
Lena looks over the contestants critically. "Is it really fair to use bombs? Seems like it'll cook the dwarf."
Bizmo claps his hands together, "Ok then! With our fighters ready, I say let's begin."
Crim nods and leads Bizmo off to the edge of the ring.
Terrineth beams, "Right! Well, I mean bombs aren't too bad in a ring like this, but the odds I just have to see this." she takes another swig.
The combatants make their way to opposite sides of the ring. Torres draws his axe and twirls it theatrically.
A moment passes before Crim bellows, "FIGHT!"
Martin shakes his head a tiny bit in disappointment at the theatrics.
Durgon adopts a cautious guard, placing his shield squarely in front of him, hammer ready on his shoulder. He takes a couple steps forward, "All yours." he says in a low, gravely voice.
Stephano smirks slightly but remains silent otherwise. He raises his axe and aims the gun built into it. He scans his opponent for a minute before taking a shot. Durgon shifts his shield up and catches the bullet which clatters harmlessly to the floor upon impact.
Azizia stares at the fight attentively, leaning slightly, her arms on the railing.
Stephano furrows his brow and strafes to the left, making a quiet growling noise. Durgon keeps himself faced head on to Torres.
Torres takes a few more shots as the two circle one another. A few of them manage to get past the shield, but even those glance off of the dwarf's heavy armor.
Martin takes another swig from his flask, lazy gaze flickering over the rest of the onlookers before returning to the fight.
Durgon takes this chance to advance, slowly approaching the human. Torres hardens his jaw and takes out a bomb with his free hand and tosses it to Durgon's side and covers his eyes.
The bomb goes off and creates a bright flash of light. Durgon grunts and moves an arm to cover his eyes, moving his shield up and out of guard. Torres smirks and takes the chance to rush in to take a swing at Durgon's side where his armor is thinner.
Ben is watching narrow-eyed. He makes a low, disapproving sound at Torres.
Martin shakes his head again, watching the attack.
Durgon grumbles, but it looks like the attack barely scratched him even in the weak spot of his armor. He tries to right his stance and swings his hammer at Stephano.
Terri grips the rail tightly and yells, "Yeah! Kill 'em!"
Lena watches curiously, not seeming particularly concerned about the well-being of the participants.
Torres lunges back, much faster than expected for his age, and dodges. He leaps back in as soon as he's safe and presses his advantage. He swings his axe quickly and carefully, landing blows wherever he sees an opening in Durgon's clumsy stance.
"Reckless" Martin may be heard to speak under his breath.
Durgon grunts as he is hit over and over again, but he stands firm. Eventually, he is finally able to regain his composure and put up a guard, but right as he's about to attack, Torres reaches into a pouch on his belt and tosses a handful of powder into Durgon's eyes.
Ben shifts his weight very slightly on his feet as he watches, as though anticipating or silently willing dodges. At Torres's latest maneuver, he stills again and mutters, "Come the fuck on," under his breath.
"Heh, dirty as always, Torres." she grins.
Stephano retreats for a moment as Durgon roars and swings about wildly, being blinded temporarily. He tries to back to the edge to avoid being hot from the back, but Torres is too quick. He slips in behind and lands a solid blow on Durgon's back, slipping a knife between two plates.
Durgon gasps and slams his hammer down behind him, but Torres jumps away before he does, and it leaves a large dent in the floor. As soon as Torres' feet touch the ground, Durgon snaps his head toward the direction of the sound and faces his shield toward it.
"Are there any rules here?" Lena murmurs, watching the fight progress.
"Nope, not really." Terri smiles wide, "That's why it's the best. Long as you don't kill eachother no one cares much."
"Oh! So they are not killing?" asks Azizia.
Stephano smirks again and closes the gap, trying to make his way to Durgon, but he's stopped short. The burning eyes of Durgon's shield gleam brightly and two large gouts of flame shoot out of its nostrils and engulf Torres.
Martin nods fractionally, almost looking impressed.
Terri's eyes go wide and she claps, "Hot damn! Now that's a trick!"
Durgon cries out, "This is how we fight in Shadowforge, human!"
Ben gives a low whistle and eyes the shield appreciatively.
Torres does his best to put out the flames, but it's no use. Durgon makes his way up to him and pounds him to the ground with his hammer.
Azizia's eyes widen. "That is definitely one way to use fire."
Lena steps back slightly, as if not to get singed. "They got healers on-call, I'd reckon?"
Martin smiles a little, taking another sip from his flask.
Crim steps down and places a hand out to stay Durgon, "Durgon wins!"
The crowd cheers and Durgon roars and clangs his hammer against his shield.
Crim wastes no time in summoning water to put out Torres and tending to his wounds.
"They do." Terri answers. She points to Crim, "That one. He's the best there is."
Ben gives the orc a skeptical lip-curled look but doesn't comment.
"Damn, that was a good one." Terri says, "Haven't seen Torres get beat that bad in a while." She starts chugging from her flask.
It is the orc to whom Martin pays the most attention as he tends to the fallen gladiator.
Azizia nods. "See? I told you! Guns and bombs are not great. The shield guy one won!" she proudly claims. She then looks at the healing. "Oh. Another shaman too!"
"Shields," Ben agrees, and nods approval.
Crim heals Torres' wounds and helps him up to his feet, leading him out of the ring. He seems to be giving him a quick pep talk too.
Terri finishes her flask and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, "Well, I'm up next."
"Give 'em hell, Champ," Ben tells her solemnly.
Terri grins wickedly, "Oh, I mean to, Hazan." She turns to Lena, "What about you beautiful? You got any words for me?" she winks.
Azizia answers at the 'beautiful'. "Good luck."
Lena laughs as Azizia answers Terri. Then she adds, "Yes, good luck."
Terri chuckles at Azizia and smiles to Lena, "Much appreciated. How bout a kiss when I win?" she turns and makes her way off to her corner before Lena has a chance to respond.
Azizia turns to Lena, shrugging. "I am going to assume this one was indeed addressed to you. For sake of everyone."
Crim finished his talk with Torres, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder and he goes on his way.
Ben shrugs a wry, slightly apologetic shoulder at Lena. "Yeah," he says. "That's how she's like, sorry."
Lena opens her mouth to answer, but Roselash is already gone.
She looks over at the other two, and then grins at Azizia. "What, you don't want to kiss the champion?"
Martin has gone back to not looking at anyone in particular as he waits for the next fight to begin.
Azizia shakes her head. "Nuh-uh. My lips are for eating and speaking truth. Not for kissing."
Ben raises an eyebrow at Azizia's remark but his expression is a genial blank and he isn't looking at her, so.
Bizmo and Crim make their way back to the center of the ring. "Alright everyone! How was that for a debut?" shouts Bizmo.
The crowd cheers.
"But that's only the beginning of our night! Next up we have a match with our very own crowd favorite, Roselash!" he gestures to Terrinth's corner.
Terri pops out and raises two oversized swords in the air as she takes in the cheers from the crowd. Her weapons are chained to her arms.
Bizmo quiets everyone and continues, "And against her we have a special guest. A famed spell-slinging swordsman from Quel'Thalas come down to seek new challengers in the south. He's Salonar Crimsonwood!"
A handsome, red haired blood elf holding a long thin sword waltzes onto the ring, waving and smiling to the crowd.
Martin kind of looks like he rolls his eyes at Terri's grandstanding.
Azizia claps. "Win, Roselash, win, I am now certain I betted on blood elf and I do not want this money anymore!"
In the mass of spectators, a pink haired gnome perched on the shoulder of a Draenei male, throws red glitter up in the air at the mention of Roselash, and blows it in a puff of air of a kiss closer to the fighters. "Wheee!" she yells, into the general din of the noisy crowd.
Terrineth waves to the gnome and winks, "This one's for you."
Lena cheers for Roselash, and then turns to Ben. "It does make it kind of more fun, when there's money riding on it."
"Ok!" shouts Bizmo, "Now let's all get into position and get ready for the fight of the decade!"
Terri and Salonar make their way to their respective corners. Terrineth hops in place and hypes herself up. Salonar glances down the edge of his blade and swishes it in the air a few times to get a good feel for it before they begin.
Ben grins down at Lena, his arms folded again. He nods once and turns to survey the two fighters. "I will owe you if she loses," he tells Lena. "But, I mean. She ain't gonna. Mean as three cats in a sack."
He eyes the blood elf critically.
Nish giggles, and blows Terrineth another kiss, flickers of sparks leaping off her fingers. The Draenei male makes a startled noise at the sudden fire, but it dissipates before they touch down on him. Nish pats his hair tentacles.
Bizmo and Crim make their way to the edge of the ring again and Crim bellows, "FIGHT!"
As soon as the word leaves Crim's mouth, Terrineth charges Salonar.
Ben gives an ear-piercing whistle through his teeth.
Martin shakes his head.
Salonar chuckles, "What? No small talk first?" He shoots out a hand and a gust of wind sweeps Terri's legs out from under her, "No manners at all, you humans."
Terrineth tumbles to the ground and rolls. Salonar skirts to the side and stabs at her. Terri swings her legs and kicks his arm away before it has the chance to land, "I ain't paid to talk, knife-ears."
Terrineth swings up with one blade, trying to use the momentum to help pull herself to her feet. Salonar laughs and jumps backwards to dodge it, "My my, so crude."
Martin mouths 'knife-ears?' with a quirked eyebrow.
When Terri fully regains her footing, she growls and charges again. Salonar smirks, "Again? You know it's bad form to do the exact same trick twice." He blasts her with air again, but this time to her side, making her spin out of control.
"It's true, I have heard them say that," a very large man with a booming sort of voice says to his companions. Torvald nods, in The Know of what They Say about Bad Forms.
However, instead focusing on her footing, Terri rolls with the attack again and uses the added speed to swing her swords at Salonar.
Salonar grunts as he takes the full weight of the blow on his blade, sliding on the floor slightly. He reels from the blow just long enough for Terrineth to regain her footing and keep pressing her offence, swinging again and again at the elf man.
Azizia claps. "I would do that too, if someone use air on me."
Ben grins.
Salonar parries the attacks with little trouble, but the relentlessness of the attack is still driving him back, "Who in the world taught you swordsmanship? This is the bladework of a child!" As he keeps parrying, he manages to slip in a few small cuts and thrusts on Terrineth.
"Ain't ballroom dancin'," Ben mutters under his breath.
Terri, however, is unphased by this and keeps going, "Keep talking when I've knocked you into the FUCKING RAILS!!!" She keeps pressing and leading him closer and closer to the edge of the platform.
"Tch…" Salonar scoffs, "As if I'm not prepared to deal with a little girl's tantrum." His blade starts to glow bright purple and he swings at one of Terri's strikes. There is an explosion of light and Terri is sent flying back, toppling over onto her bottom.
Ben winces and scowls.
Martin nods, smirking a little.
Terri grunts and rolls backwards, struggling to regain her footing quickly. "Damn it…" she growls.
Azizia observes the fight. She scoffs and shouts at Salonar "You really like to hear sound of your own voice, don't you?" She turns to Ben, now having stopped shouting. "Blood elves are always like that."
Salonar takes his time in walking closer to the center of the ring again, laughing as he does, "Now then, since we're properly started now, let me use one of my real techniques." He murmurs and incantation and suddenly there are four of him in the ring.
Ben nods dourly at Azizia. "Should've heard some of 'em out in Shadowmoon. I am comin' around on Sir Elohad's view."
Martin studies each of the apparitions closely, trying to gauge which is real
Terrineth spits, "Ha! Good! Now I get to beat the shit out of you four times instead of one!"
The Salonars fan out to surround her and say in unison, "Hmph, you're welcome to try."
Terri rushes the one in front of her and swings. He blade goes right through him and the image dissipates. Meanwhile, the remaining three converge on her flanks and rear.
Azizia tilts her head and observes the Salonars. "The real one is third one in line. It's always third one."
"I'm afraid you might need to use your brain to win here." they all say at once. They all try to stab her at once, but Terri swings her blades around her to keep them at bay. They are locked in this manner for some time. Terri pants from the effort while Salonar grins, little worse for wear.
The Salonars twirl their blades, "I can do this all day. Can you?" he chuckles.
Terri roars, "Gladly!" and spins backward to rush the one behind her. She swings and it dissipates. The other two close in, dangerously close now.
Terri manages to catch one with a hasty backswing, but it is just the last mirror image and disappears.
Ben is doing the very very slight weaving in place again as he watches intently, shadow-dodging, his jaw set.
Lena lifts one hand, peering at the apparitions, but then sighs. "No rules probably means in the ring. A simple curse would clear it, though."
Terri's eyes go wide as her weapon keeps moving, too heavy for her to control. The blade clangs on the floor and Terri winces, dropping the sword from the hand shock.
Martin stows his flask and crosses his arms on the top rail, slouching forward a little more as he watches.
Salonar brings back his blade to deliver the final blow, "Enough with the berserker act. No one does it better than the trolls." He thrusts forward.
Azizia winces, preparing to see said final blow.
Terri clenches her jaw and grunts, spit flying from between her teeth. She swings her arm and the sword, still attached to the chain, comes along with it.
Salonar's eyes go wide and he leans back, narrowly avoiding the attack. His eye twitches as the tip cuts a small lock of his hair.
Lena gasps as the blade goes by. "That's why the chains, then…"
Azizia places a hand on her mouth in shock. "Oh no… his hair is ruined now!"
Lena laughs. "I thought you didn't like blood elfs?"
Salonar fumes and spins to stomp down on the blade as it clatters to the ground again. "Some people just don't know when to give up!" When his foot touches the blade, it and the chains grow red hot. Terrineth screams behind closed teeth as the chains on her arm burn their way through her armor and into her flesh.
Azizia smirks. "I can still appreciate when something is beautiful. And when it isn't anymore!"
"Give up?!?" she yells, "Give up!?!" she brings herself back up to her feet and clamps down her grip on her other blade, "I'll let you know when I'm finished with you!"
She starts swinging again. She's battered and bloodied, but she seems to keep getting faster as she goes. Salonar manages to deflect the blows, but he starts to sweat as he is pressed back again.
Salonar desperately blocks, waiting for an opening until finally… he finds one! He slides his blade down Terri's, locking hit in place and stabbing her in her remaining good shoulder. He grins and admires his work.
Lena winces as the blade goes in.
Azizia's grip tightens around the railing as she leans forward.
Martin fingers the slim gold band on his pinky finger, spinning it slowly around and around as he watches
However, Terrineth doesn't drop her sword. Her eyes go bloodshot and her pupils shrink to almost nothing. Saliva sprays from behind her teeth and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream as she steps forward, impaling herself further onto the blade. She pants and steps up to Salonar and slams the pommel of her sword into his shoulder.
He grunts and drops to his knees. She brings it down again and again until he is down on the ground.
She stands over Salonar and roars before driving her sword into his shoulder.
"Roselash wins!" Crim wastes no time in grabbing Terri by the back of her collar and pulling her away from her opponent.
Azizia's eyes widen, her hands letting go of the railing. "And I thought I was intense in fights."
Lena glances to Azizia. "A side of you I've never seen?"
Martin eyes Terri, apparently unimpressed, then the fallen elf, unsympathetic.
Azizia cracks her knuckles. "Fighting is a lot more invigorating since I got hands on weapons for my fists."
The crowd goes wild. Terrineth drops to her knees now that the battle is over. Crim tends to her wounds first, seemingly believing them to be more serious.
Azizia cheers for Terrineth.
Lena claps and cheers with the crowd.
Ben whoops and gives another piercing whistle, then claps loudly. "The CHAMP!" he yells.
Crim removes the sword from Terri's shoulder and quickly closes the wound, then moves to cool the hot chains and get them off as well.
Martin pays no attention to the hollering and cheering hooligans. He shifts his weight a little and watches Crim tending Terri's wounds
As soon as all of her injuries are tended to, Terri immediately gets up to go, but Crim grabs her wrist and yanks her back down, "Not so fast, Roselash."
Martin's eyebrows creep upward a fraction.
Crim continues to give her additional healing, "Those wounds were deep. If you don't learn to back down, one day you're going to get one I can't fix."
Azizia stops her cheering and looks worriedly at the scene. She swiftly brings her hand to her face and whispers. A small air elemental flies down to Crim. "Is the gladiator okay?" it asks. "Do you need help healing the wounds?"
"She will live, little spirit." He responds, "But only if she learns her limits." He turns to Terri pointedly.
Terrineth shrugs his hand off, "I don't got em, Crim. Thinking you have limits is how you get killed for real. Or worse."
The spirit doesn't answer and silently flies back to Azizia to whisper in her ear. She nods at Crim, then turns to Ben and Lena. "You have gold to get, I think."
Crim leaves Terri to tend to Salonar. He's too busy to continue lecturing her.
"Yeah…" Lena turns to Ben. "Does she normally get hurt like that?"
Martin leaves the railing, but stays slouching, as he quietly walks away, slipping through the celebrating crowd with great ease and disappearing.
Terrineth stumbles over to Lena, smiling as best as she can, "So…" she pants, "How's that…?"
Lena smiles uncertainly at the injured gladiator. "You know, I didn't really agree. But I think I'll honor it anyway."
Lena leans forward, aiming to give Terrineth a quick kiss on the cheek.
Terrineth smiles, a little more at ease now, "Thanks love. Just the heat of the moment ya know?" she chuckles and scratches the back of her head, "But I take it drinks are out of the question…" she says defeated.
Lena shrugs. "Night's barely started, if you want to toast a win? Unless it'd mess with the healing."
Terri grins, "Ain't no healing in the world that don't involve an empty bottle." she tries to wrap an arm around her hip, "On me, how's that sound?"
"I like the sound of that," Lena giggles, shifting next to her and putting an arm around her to subtly make sure Terri doesn't fall over.
The confused fellow, across the arena with a drink, looks extra confused now.
Azizia nods, placing herself on the other side of Terri. "Drinks sound good, yes," she says, inviting herself. "You will tell me how to enlist in fights here, around drinks. I consider joining next time."
Terri nods, "Will do."
Lena smilea at Azizia. "Maybe I ought to come out this way more often. Now, drinks!"
"Drinks indeed!" Terri laughs, "Shall we, ladies?" she winks.
The attendees head to pick up their winnings and then to enjoy the rest of the evening.