Her blue eyes held the woman's face, studying Saidah's expression as she requested what most had wanted to avoid, including Claire herself. They'd been warned by Redbeard himself not to. But he didn't say they couldn't. The explaination the old man then gave was reasonable enough and was indeed something they'd best not witness. But the determination and the spirit those eyes Saidah bore were simply too strong for Claire to ignore. She was surprised and her tongue seemed caught for speech or to utter words of protest. All she could manage was a nod before she quickly grabbed the woman's hand and led her into the door where Redbeard resides. Without a word, she climbed up the stairs leading up to the old man's working area before entering yet another door and climbed back down another staircase leading into what seemed to be a dark basement.
The room was only litted by more than a dozen of fist-size-holes. With sand beneath their feet and stacks of long stakes bundled together on the other end of the room. It was a compartment behind the arena wall. The holes gave them access close to a front seat view, only without something to sit on. Instead, they'd got to either stand or crouch as they peeked.
"Are you sure you wanted to see this Saidah?" Claire asked in almost a shaky tone. "Are you truly prepared to witness them?" she asked again. "Nothing could be gained from this, Saidah. You'll be consumed with either anger or fear if things didn't turn out well for Jaymz. Or probably both. Can you live with that, Saidah? Seeking revenge in a fight might give you strength to face whoever it was that might strike the man down but it could also cloud your mind. I... I just hope you know what you're asking for, Saidah.. I just hope.. you're prepared.." said Claire before she left the basement.
Through the holes, Saidah was just in time to see Jaymz entering the arena.
The chains then rattled on the opposite end, raising the gate. From it, a pair of eyes shined within the shadows followed by a puff of heated breath. The sand where the light touched then stirred as if blown away as the unknown warrior took a step closer. A huge furry paw the size of a man's thigh then stomped into view with four long claws jutting out. Wet nose at the height of amn's chest could then be seen before it's snout was exposed. Another step closer to it's prey the creature took before it's identity was made known to both it's opponent and spectators.
Wilder the crowd grew. The jeering for Jaymz subsided as they cheered for their favored fighter. New bets was placed. Siding with what they thought was an obvious winner by default. There was no way the slave could be a match to such a monster.
As if it was embraced by the crowd, "he" stood on his hind legs then, towering over Jaymz by at least twice of his height; growling and sniffing the air at the welcoming gesture. A brown bear was Jaymz opponent this day. However, it didn't seemed to be quite normal. There was something rather peculiar about this creature. His face was tattooed with tribal symbols and the ears were both pierced. An armband too could be seen, made by interwoven roots with a couple of painted feathers and colored shells wrapped somewhere between the bicep and the shoulder.
Bernbar slammed his forefoot back to the ground and approached the man. Stopping at a five feet gap between them. He then roared, bringing the crowd to another uproar as their adrenaline rushed into their veins. Obviously excited. Most of them hadn't expected for such an encounter. Even Redbeard himself started cursing as he watched from the waiting chamber. But that was all the old man could do.