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Location: Tako-se, Cato Neimoidia
Time: Noon (A few days after their last victory)
Participants: @Logan @Darasuum
Theme: Berserkir ❅ Danheim
OOC: Dice
Intro: While the Sith had previously defeated an arena full of gladiators it seems that another example must be made. Rather than just let there be one victory and let it be thought of as a fluke the Sith will continue to display their prowess before the masses of Cato Neimoidia.
Well she was glad she had not been ordered to go do another fight right away after that night. Zan had ended up drinking a lot and even her stout constitution had been tested. Perhaps if she had only partaken in one vice it would not have been so bad but in the end she had been in a snort it if you got it attitude. Warriors of Deucalia were known to take drugs before combat. It added to their already violent mind allowing them to not be distracted by pain or feel the loss of their finite energy so they could fight on further.
In the end the Crusader had ended up lasting quite long but that was for the partying. A bit of recovering was still needed if she was going to be back at full strength. The bandages around her bicep and triceps' area had been changed but were still wrapped around her defined arms. The cuts from that four armed gladiator had not damaged her tattoos too severely which she was silently thankful for.
The sound of the crowd outside was loud and roaring. The pregame where the beasts fight the more common. Sounds of animals howling, weapons being swung and physical exertion from battle reached the braid framed ears of the Deucalian. Both of her fists tightened as her mind thought of the battle ahead. It was known she had defeated the last bout of warriors so chances were the facilitators of the coliseum expected the Sith to come and had more able bodied warriors. Perhaps they would be a greater threat and also even make this enjoyable.
While waiting in the shadows she looked towards her cohort. Aadya had struggled a bit last time in the arena. She hoped the smaller female did better this time. Maybe she had learned from her mistakes. "If you don't kill at least half as many as me then you'll owe me an ale." She said as a a half joking bet.
Without letting her disagree she moved out of the archway's shadow. This time there were far fewer gladiators. Instead there looked to be only two beings on the field and were squaring up to fight one another.❅ One was a large male with a vibrosword and vibro dagger. He only had the vibrosword out at the moment and was wearing very little armor. However, with a practiced eye Zan could tell that the way his left arm's armor was engraved and made meant it was probably of reputable strength, most likely phrik.
They both stopped from advancing on one another to see the new arrival that had hopped down. The second being was obviously female, most likely a cathar. Her white coat sticking out on the sands of the arena. The feline expression, while alien, seemed to show an emotional equivelant of annoyance. Clearly far lighter and armed with a pole arm Zan wondered which one she would have a better time fighting. Unsheathing her own Sith sword it glinted slightly in the mid-day sun.
In the end the Crusader had ended up lasting quite long but that was for the partying. A bit of recovering was still needed if she was going to be back at full strength. The bandages around her bicep and triceps' area had been changed but were still wrapped around her defined arms. The cuts from that four armed gladiator had not damaged her tattoos too severely which she was silently thankful for.
The sound of the crowd outside was loud and roaring. The pregame where the beasts fight the more common. Sounds of animals howling, weapons being swung and physical exertion from battle reached the braid framed ears of the Deucalian. Both of her fists tightened as her mind thought of the battle ahead. It was known she had defeated the last bout of warriors so chances were the facilitators of the coliseum expected the Sith to come and had more able bodied warriors. Perhaps they would be a greater threat and also even make this enjoyable.
While waiting in the shadows she looked towards her cohort. Aadya had struggled a bit last time in the arena. She hoped the smaller female did better this time. Maybe she had learned from her mistakes. "If you don't kill at least half as many as me then you'll owe me an ale." She said as a a half joking bet.
Without letting her disagree she moved out of the archway's shadow. This time there were far fewer gladiators. Instead there looked to be only two beings on the field and were squaring up to fight one another.❅ One was a large male with a vibrosword and vibro dagger. He only had the vibrosword out at the moment and was wearing very little armor. However, with a practiced eye Zan could tell that the way his left arm's armor was engraved and made meant it was probably of reputable strength, most likely phrik.
They both stopped from advancing on one another to see the new arrival that had hopped down. The second being was obviously female, most likely a cathar. Her white coat sticking out on the sands of the arena. The feline expression, while alien, seemed to show an emotional equivelant of annoyance. Clearly far lighter and armed with a pole arm Zan wondered which one she would have a better time fighting. Unsheathing her own Sith sword it glinted slightly in the mid-day sun.
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