"Next time... check who you're targeting... and stop your sobbing. You're holding out against..." Brogan inhaled some air, causing him some pain. "... against these two. There are only four of them left." He was lying on the sand, looking at the two who were hacking at the Bretons ward, but it was to no avail, but Brogan could feel each hit. He could feel that with every hit, the Bretons healing wasn't healing him as much as it did in the initial moment and every single hit was a big toll on the power of her.

"If suddenly her ward would fail, I'd probably manage to roll past, but my wounds wouldn't answer so cooperatively" he thought to himself. Brogan wanted to look how the fight was going outside his temporary ward home, but he couldn't focus on anything besides the two people clawing at the ward.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a blonde Imperial just jumped on one of the gladiators that were bashing the ward. He was surprised, because he had not noticed this person before. And more to his surprise, he wasn't as strong as most of the others here in the arena, but thanks to him, the Breton could heal his wounds a little bit more effectively. The blond Imperial didn't have much fun though, as he was punched aside, yet he didn't lose his cool. He childishly dissed the Altmer that just punched him and the Altmer grabbed him and raised him in the air.

"I need to help him" he thought. He looked at the Breton healing him, glanced at the last guy bashing on the ward and at the blond guy, who was falling to the ground. Brogan suddenly pushed the Breton with his leg, which canceled the ward, but then suddenly, the male Orc hit the Argonian from behind and it fell down in front of both Breton and Brogan and he used this time and stabbed his knife into the Argonians neck.

Henry looked at the Orc who miraculously saved him with a half smile and took his hand to stand up. He tried not to put weight on his left leg, as it was somewhat wounded.

"Aye, Talos, Akatosh, Dibella, Malacath and all those others do not seem to want me yet" - Henry said as he stood up. - "Still, sincere thanks."

He carefully passed some weight on his injured leg in order not to stand holding hands with the Orsimer. The bard grinned because of pain for a moment, but soon the smile came back to his face and he let go of his saviors hand.

Kiba aimed a healing spell at the downed person before she got tackled from her feet , she landed on her back as the nord was ready ro stab her in the heart

As much as RIas hated the Dark Elf, she wasn't gonna let her die. She run up and launched herself at the Nord. Placing a blow to the back of his head with her axe. She stood behind him and kicked him to the ground, then leaned down extending a hand to help her up.

"This Slow and Pathetic Orc just saved your life, Elfie"

Kiba was thankful, she grabbed her hand got up. "Now our plan." she whispered "And thank you."

She raised an eyebrow "right...Plan then"

Kiba turned the otherway before turning around again swinging her sword at the orc, she hope she had hit

The Orc's arm came up in time, stopping the sword, but nearly with the cost of her arm, luckily the sword was quite blunt and got stuck in her arm.

"Little betraying elf!"

Rias moved her arm, taking the sword with it and grabbing the Elf by the neck with her good arm.

Kiba struggled against the might, she grabbed the orc by the head and the elfs hands had fire around them "This isnt part of the deal. "Kiba shouted

RIas growled, her eyes growing dark, her anger building.

"Niether was that sword in my arm!, But if we are breaking rules here!"

SHe tightened her grip before she left the Elf touch her face with fire, she threw the Elf aside and grabbed her face. Orc's skin was thicker then most, so it wasn't a heavy burn.

Kiba got up and clenched her fists, she had no weapon in sight, this had from bad to worse.

Katrina went running. She had spotted the conflict between the dark elf and the orc. "Stop!" She shouted. She wouldn't be able to overpower the orc, so her best bet would be to get the dark elf away. She stood between the two, her sword raised. "You dare betray each other? We are in this arena as a team! We are not our own enemy!" She said loudly.
"Yet..." She whispered to herself.

Kiba pointed her finger at the orc.. "Your death will be soon, orsimer."

RIas had calmed down a bit and turned her head to Katrina.

"I guess...I guess you are right" She let out a sigh, a hand going up to her partly burnt face.

"Dark Elf, stay away from me, unless you want to leave this place without a head" She let out a snarl and leaned down, pulling her axe from the back of the Nord's head.

"Least i wasnt the spawn of Mora." kiba said

The little spat between the two wasn't all that unexpected for Karnog, they had been talking about it since before the actual fighting had begun.

With a heavy sigh, Karnog said "Come battle kin, we need to get you patched up." Now turning to the dunmer, Karnogs face became grim. "And don't you ever insult Father Malacath in my presence again grey skin." With that Karnog walked away.

She was losing her patients for this Drunmer. She let out a pained sigh and glanced to her heavily bleeding arm and her stinging face. It was taking a lot of her will power to not leap forward and tear that Elfs face apart.

She turned and yawned a little "any Tellow team left?"

Taking account of how many he ha killed and how many were left he could see, Karnog answered "Two or three, at the most." as he tried to get Khajiit hair out of his mouth.

Thinking of joke, Karnog said "I don't suggest biting the cat people, you'll be coughing up hair balls for awhile." While silently laughing at his own joke. With a moment of calm, Karnog thought what was going to happen since most of the yellow team was dead.

She let out a chuckle.

"Shame, I was going to have cat for dinner" she gritted her teeth as she clutched a hand over the deep custom her forearm.

"Ugh annoying Elf"

"You look dead, orsimer, oops funeral pun too soon." kiba said as she picked up a glass claymore