[color=#93FFFF] ”Everyone here relies on you to make the decisions, the decisions that make the difference between us completing the mission and making it out alive or running to our deaths. We need you… I need you...the true you. So please calm down.”[/color]

[color=ec008c]"I am calm."[/color] said a Jazdia curtly, then, with a purple glint in her eyes under their bristling brows, she added. [color=ec008c]"If you think I am not, then you don't know me long enough."[/color] 

The elf let out a heavy sigh, and the air she released looked like it was unleashed from a fiery furnace. But then, her expression softens. [color=ec008c]"You don't need to worry about me, my little fox." [/color]

Walked closer to the end of the tunnel, it seemed they just left a belly of the beast only to walk into another. The arena was a large circular space with three supporting pillars. The wall was solid stone, four meters tall from the base to the lowest seating an audience could sit to. The entire place was lit by a huge chandelier and no shadow at all.  

In the arena were two tigers, overpowering, and ultimately pouncing down a fighting slave and ripping his throat off. The cheering was loud and mixed with expressions of contempt or disapproval. The spectators were restless, yet the announcer remained upbeat. 

[b][color=fff200]"And so passes, Terminators, champions of Sigurd. The beasts of the Alerac were too much for them!" [/color][/b]

Jazdia readied her bow and activated her eyes. It was still distorted, but through the stone ceiling, she could see it clearer; forty, no at least fifty or so people, populate the space surrounding this arena. Their faces were hidden beneath fancy-looking masks, and it was not only men who enjoyed this game of carnage, there were women as well, both aged and young, and 'looked young'. 

She readied her bow, picking her target carefully. There was Gerrald. The description matched, and he sat on the front seat, with luxuries on his left and right and a glass of wine at hand. 
 
The arrow glowed, and Jazdia took her steps carefully. Like a hunter she was stalking prey. But she overlooked the possibility of the other hunter. The tigers were not here for a meal, nor to fulfill some sort of craving to feast on human flesh. They were here for the sport, to enjoy the killing, and if humans can teach animals many things, why not cruelty too? 

And so with a piercing roar, the twin noticed her and rushed toward the tunnel with sheer of animalistic confidence. Thinking their victim had been cornered and was on their last stand. 
However, they were animals and thus couldn't be any smarter than that. When Jazdia's enchanted arrow struck one of the twins, it ripped and tear the other as well. The audience gasped in surprise. The announcer stammered. 

[b][color=fff200]"Wait! Wait! Wait! What is that?"[/color][/b]
Then, after a moment, he returned upbeat again. [b][color=fff200]"And suddenly, a burst of light! Someone pelted the beast bare! What in the world just happened?! Ah, oh ohhhhh we will be damned! New challengers just entered the Arena! Come on out and don't be shy!"[/color][/b]

Shy she was not. Jazdia walked over the dead beast and channeled another shot. This time no tigers, nothing stood in the way of her arrow and that damned guild master, or so she thought. The arrow flew and hit a transparent barrier and exploded in front of the man, but it did not kill him, not even hurt him. And the only annoyance he felt was he accidentally dropped his stemware in surprise due to the flashy firework show. 

[b][color=fff200]"There she is! Fiesty lady and her companions! Welcome! Welcome. I see that you are very eager to start! A shame that you are a bit late! Today's match should have been done-and-done! We had seen plundering! Crazy battles! Tight escapes and desperate chases! But fret not! It seems the fight is far from over Ladies and Gentlemen."
[/color][/b]

There was a loud one from the audience. [b]"Can we buy them?!"[/b]

The patron talking was a short, half-bald man with a braided beard. He was sitting between two women with skimpy clothes, and with his stubby, jeweled finger, he pointed at Jazdia.

[color=fff200][b]"Buy them? Of course! If they can survive the gauntlet" 
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[b]"No, I want to buy them! Can that be arranged?" [/b]

The announcer shrugged. After consulting with Gerrald, he announced but was less enthusiastic about the prospect. [color=fff200][b]"If you can tame them Master Ulgad! We will give you an 20 percent rebate!" [/b][/color]

The announcer then winked. [color=fff200][b]"Alright! Give hearty applause for Wigerjurgen Crews! You can fuck them boys but be gentle!"[/b][/color] 

With waves of laughter, the trap door at the north side of the arena opened. Three burly men walked in, their faces were covered with triangular metal helmets but their chests were left bare and hairy. Each brandished poleaxes with rust on its edges. Following them from behind were five stunted men carrying trawling nets with iron weights. Their twisted visage smiled with glee as they waved for the cheering of the audience.