-=-=-= Outside the Arena =-=-=-
"Wise choice!" tells the man. "As you are taking two, I'll make you a deal. Only 85 gp for both." He take both items and put them in a pouch. "The pouch is free." He awaits for Deos to pay before handing him the pouch.
-=-=-= In the Arena's tribunes =-=-=-
The man sitting next to Quozen looks at the elf. "You are crazy to have that orc in your relation." tells the man. He stands up and pass in front of the monk and starts to climb down the stairs. As he clinb down teh stairs, he trip and falls in Semabin arms, who is seeking a place. "Sorry, sir. My fault." he recover and continue to climb down. Semabin finaly spot an empty place next to an elf who have a suit of armor on his knee.
-=-=-= In the Arena's field =-=-=-
Jik'tu leave teh circle and starts to intimidate the people around. He particulary take time to speak to Garrit who was watching the combat.
The man next to Ocatvio whispers to him. "True, othersss areas."
Warren calls the next contestant for his circle. "Octavio Amontillado and Radomil Butcher"
The man next to Octavio smiles. "It looks like it is us. Don't be scare, I on't cut you down. I'm just the son of a family of butcher, so the name have stick to us." He goes to the other side of the circle. He takes his greataxe in his hands and balance it twice before putting it back to his back. He grabs the heavy crossbow, already charged and keep it in his hand. The man wear a breastplate and no shield.
On the other circle, the dance continue. Khairi cannot repeat his last attcak and miss. his opponent continue to lack the strength to pierce his opponet's shell, or the agility to find an unprotected spot.
[SBLOCK=OOC]Heckler: state you're ready action and roll for initiative.[/SBLOCK]