Daric stood up after the Orc brutally butchered the Nord that had almost gave Daric his end a few moments before. He watched as the carnage unfolded, soon the yellow team was down to one member. A young, Wood Elf. Quite a diverse team to say the least. The Elf pranced about, dodging to and fro whilst holding two daggers. Daric made his way over to the Elf at a quick pace, the half sword in hand. He began a chase on the Elf which promptly ended when Daric sent a bolt of lightning into the Elf's leg. Sending him tumbling to the ground. Daric stood over him before stabbing what was left of his sword into the Elf's narrow face. Ending his short existance. He turned and looked to the rest of the group, picking up the daggers from the floor.

She growled through gritted.

"Let's hurry up and kill those damn Nord's so I can tear that Elf's face apart"

Aurora

Fell to the ground, " Now! " she said as she seemingly had time to heal the man, "Avereo!" she said with a booming tone as she tried to use the last bits of her mana to heal the man.

(Now we have permission to kill characters, im not mean so i asked))

Kibas throat was sore from what the orc did to her, she.looked over planning to cut the orc limb from limb only when the orc was a mass of blood and skin then she'd heal her and do it again

The onlookers in the stands were conflicted, a mixture of boos, curses, cheers and hoozas. Some wanted to see the prisoners pay for their crimes with their lives while others simply enjoyed the fight. A fresh coat of yellow team blood now painted the sands on the arena floor, their bodies strewn about and lying where they were slain. Battered and wounded but still very much alive, the prisoners stood and looked to the crowd. For it was the crowd that would ultimately determine their fate.

"Ladies and gentlemen! What an unexpected surprise! The Yellow team gladiators have been completely annihilated by the prisoners!!" Cries of protest and cheers erupted from the crowd though the displeasure was evidently the stronger of the two. "What then shall we do? Have these criminals earned their freedom? Or despite their bravery, shall they meet the fate their crimes so justly call for?!?!" One man in the crowd, a Breton, stood.

"Let them live!!" he shouted. Another man next to him, an older Imperial, turned and punched him square in the jaw knocking the Breton unconscious.
"Kill the scum!!" The older man proclaimed. All around the crowd a chant began.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The people said over and over like a mantra.

Dralith stood from his seat, grabbing his Akaviri Katanas on placing them back on his belt before swiftly making his way to the announcer booth. Not but a moment passed after he'd gone, Imperial soldiers marched into the stands at the edge of the pit armed with bows. Shoulder to shoulder they covered the entire ring around the stands and stood ready, arrows knocked. As they drew their bows, Dralith reached the announcer and could be seen speaking with the man though they could not be heard.

"The people desire blood" the man said and crossed his arms. "Will you deny them their justice?"
"If it is blood they want it is blood they shall receive. Indeed, their own blood will stain their floors, their walls, and their streets if you do not allow me this." Said the Hero of Kvatch. "Look at the bigger picture. Let them be displeased for a day and they may yet live to see their children grow."
"And if they refuse? If they decide to use the opportunity to run away?"
"Then i shall kill them myself or have them sent right back to you." Dralith stated flatly.
The announcer sighed in resignation. "Your words are truth, Hero. You shall have what you seek."

"Ladies and gentlemen! there has been a slight change of plans! Prisoners, make your way back to the pits!" As the announcement finished, the whole of the arena crowd exploded with anger and protests. The people were outraged, how could they let these filth walk away after what they've done? they might never know.The soldiers around the stands lowered their bows. They whispered to each other, trying to discern why their hand had been stayed but none of them knew. Like good soldiers however, they followed orders and marched out of the arena.

Dralith watched until every soldier was out of the stands before leaving himself towards the prisoners side of the pits.

Rias listened carefully and somewhat confused. They weren't gonna let them go were they, she was sure they were to be slain today. Maybe they would do it in the pit. She let out a soft growl of disappointment, shame, she would have loved seeing that Dark Elf die.

Karnog was delightfully supprised at the deceleration, living was not one of his expectations. In fact, Karnog was absolutely sure he was going to die. Picking the last of the Khajiit fur out of his teeth and hefted the dwarven blade, giving praise to its craftsmanship. Not as good as his own, but good enough for what he needed to do.

Turning to the bard, Karnog roughly patted his back and congratulating him on his survival before catching up with the smaller orc.

With a new, friendly tone, Karnog said "You fought well, little orc. I'm Karnog." As he concluded his statement by initiating a friendly orcish fist bump.

Katrina sighed in relief when she heard the announcer shout the change of plans. She winced as she felt some of the pain in her shoulder returning. "I guess the heat of the battle is wearing out..." She muttered, holding her shoulder. She dragged her sword with her as she headed for the pits, hoping that they would let it pass. It made her feel safe, at the very least.

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Karnog was delightfully supprised at the deceleration, living was not one of his expectations. In fact, Karnog was absolutely sure he was going to die. Picking the last of the Khajiit fur out of his teeth and hefted the dwarven blade, giving praise to its craftsmanship. Not as good as his own, but good enough for what he needed to do. Turning to the bard, Karnog roughly patted his back and congratulating him on his survival before catching up with the smaller orc. With a new, friendly tone, Karnog said "You fought well, little orc. I'm Karnog." As he concluded his statement by initiating a friendly orcish fist bump.

She nearly laughed, this..very large, brutal Orc was giving her his name and a fist bump, is she wasn't in pain she would of broken out in hysterics.

"Rias" She greeted his fist with hers, luckily she remembered to use her left hand and not her damaged right.

Henry watched the spectacle how an Orsimer female, which the bard has not noticed before, almost got into a fight with a Dunmer, who actually kicked Henry a sword in the middle of the fight. When the archers came in and started aiming, Henry's smile didn't go anywhere and he bowed to everyone watching, though the bow was somewhat clumsy because of his injured left leg. However, moments later the bowmen were told to hold their fire and the prisoners were told to go back into the pits. Henry felt his back patted by the Orsimer who saved him. The bard smiled to the Orc and nodded while carefully trying to start moving.

"I told you the gods don't want the likes of me" - Henry stated as he started limping towards the entrance to the pit, grinning a little every he had to put his weight on the left leg.

"Bard, wait i have something to say." Kiba was going to tell him about a sword hidden where the unicorn was.

"Save your energy, Breton. Just help me the pits, I'll take care of myself there." Brogan shot a little smile at her. "Thank you. I owe you my life." he expressed his gratitude to her, while trying to stand up on his two legs, both of which were shaking so much, he couldn't stand for long and fell on one knee.

Bard stopped for a moment and curiously turned his head towards the Dunmer.

"Well, I'm listening" - he said and gave her a smile, then started moving again - "Then again I'm moving so slow, that you'll easily catch up, serah Dunmer."

"When and if you make it out alive, there is a swotd plus armor where the unicorn." Kiba said making sure no one was listening

Henry stopped and looked at the Dunmer for a moment.

"What unicorn? I don't recall any Unicorns in the Imperial City." - he started chuckling and slowly kept on walking. - " Also I really hate armor. Makes you immobile, unable to roll on the ground and spears are the weapons that I like the most."

"Well just take my families Sword, Gaia Blade." Kiba said before shaking the bards had

Henry looked at the Dunmer with a serious face not really understanding why she was so kind to him.

"Well, family relics should not be given away so easily, you know. They usually make into songs quite often. I'd do better creating a song about it than wielding it" - he smiled to the Dunmer right before stopping in front of the entrance to the pits.

"I insist." Kiba said with annoyance in her voice

Daric slid dropped one of the daggers to the floor after seeing the Imperial Guards march in, ready to slaughter the group like pigs on the cutting line. He kept the second blade just in case the guards were ordered to actually fight the group instead of just mow them down with arrows. He looked up at the roaring crowd, normal people turned into bloodthirsty hounds at the first sight of violence. But then again, they had every right to want the prisoners dead, most of them had probably killed a relative or friend to the people in the crowd. He sighed as his grisly fate was soon to be met.

Just then, the archers started to leave the arena. The announcer shouted for them back to the pits. He saw the rest were starting to get acquainted with each other, Daric decided not to take the risk of being pelted with fruit or waiting in case the announcer changed his mind and sentenced them to death. He made his way to the bloodworks, dropping the dagger on his way there. When he entered the first thing he did was pick up another rusted sword from a rack. For all he knew this could be some cruel ambush joke.

Aurora

Seeing as the healing spell wasn't so affective. Her body oddly felt weak and heavy. Her mind dIzzy off using to much much mana. But she tried to stand as long as she could. Seeing as the man feel *Brogan* Walking over to him as she gave him a hand. Helping him up.