Walking into the arena the combatants take stock of each others forces. On Tyr's side stands the matriarch and her guard Gianna. Allana glares at the opposite side as she tightly holds her bow at her side. Jenny nervously wrings the staff in her hand while Sarah giggles while pointing at the multitude of scantily clad nymphs, their bodies wearing bones and flesh as armor while their mouths smile with blood coated teeth. Dusk warily watches the other side while Dawn laughs under her breath while repeatedly muttering about death and decapitation.
"On this side we ha....er...ugh....ack." Starts Em Cee before a vine bursts from the sand in front of him and wraps around his throat, the thick plant life choking the breath out of the babau just enough to silence him without killing him.
