A broad expanse of hard packed dirt and sand sat ensconced between rising rings of wooden bleachers. They were jammed with the worst sort of people, riddled with scars and nasty scowls as all focused upon the arena floor with a singular intensity. Cutthroats, brigands, and off duty soldiers were joined together in a shared commiseration of simple blood sport.

Down on the arena level stood Cecilia from the same entrance one of the fighters had used, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she threw her voice into the myriad cheers that shook the earth around her. With lips pulled back into a broad toothy smile she reveled in the raw power of the crowd, even as her eyes remained affixed upon the bout in progress. Two berserkers squared off, great axes whirling and crashing into armor and flesh as they remained in a constant state of motion. They made a right mess of the sands, painting their colors in broad strokes of the ax head.

It was nothing so poetic as to be called a dance of blades and skill. Raw savagery met like in kind and everyone drank in the performance. Cecilia clutched her staff close and prayed to whatever deity supported this that she'd wind up in the splash zone, but alas these Arena's were rather good at keeping the action away from the audience. Even on the duelist's level she was far enough that even an arterial eruption wouldn't get a drop on her uniform.

"Whoooooo!" The cheers reached their inevitable crescendo as a lucky blow sundered armor and cut deep into flesh, tissue, and vertebra. The loser fell lifeless, no glory to be found, while his killer raised his arms high and bellowed back to the bleachers in turn. Crying out in kind Cecilia darted out onto the Arena, stealing no small degree of attention for her uniform. Awhile ago she'd have berated her employer for the obvious intentions of a maid outfit, but as with all things, time thickened her skin to. I've gotten way too comfortable in this. Though the fabric is nice and airy.

Casting aside such thoughts she raised her staff to the victor and channeled her magic to heal his wounds. If she was lucky he'd keep fighting and she'd get to enjoy every minute of the show. Life was good for the Cleric.