Raul feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. When he turns he sees the pretty assistant. Miss Krhindle.
”Even if I find the cuacking sound rather ingenious. You are running the rest of the people’s fun and... the rules was no magic involved whatsoever. So you better stop or I would have to ask you to leave. We don’t want to disqualify your friend also. So please ask your friend” she points to Leto “to stop doing whatever he was doing in the previous fights. Let’s just be fair and friends ok? I am asking you politely. This time...”
“So you mean that if I blast out that little thing were around the fighters while your friends were punching the crap out of them you wouldn’t care? I don’t care a little bit of trickery now and then but if you insult my intelligence again you will be expelled from here. And not in a pleasant way. Are we still friends?”
"I'm not sure what you're accusing me of exactly. I see nothing where you're pointing."Since the fight hasn't started yet Hulud is just chilling up in the rafters doing nothing yet anyway, so to not cause problems I'll take back his initiative. Leto adds "Though if something was affecting the fights earlier perhaps you should have done something then. Unless you've got your own little scam going. I wouldn't blame you if you did of course." With a little wink
Raul makes another quack sound and chuckles... making more quack sounds. He looks around and noticed that suddenly everyone and everything is much bigger than a second ago, he opens his beak to talk with Carrick and... his beak? What was going on? He looks his hand and sees a wing instead.
The rest of the party look at him and sees a duck standing where Raul was.
“Now you can go talk with your friends in the pond outside “ says her with a grin. “ No worries “ she says to the others “ he will be ok after the fight...”
Feeling that she might be up to something, and that if he can't cheat, neither should anyone else, Leto will think back to all the interactions with Miss. Krhindle, which have no doubt added up to over a minute including the time he placed bets with her. As she walks away, Leto chooses people at random that she passes by, and mentally imitating her voice perfectly ((Actor feat)) sends messages towards those she passes saying "Sometimes one must stack the odds in one's own favor in order to keep the bets...No reason to let these fools keep their money." ((hoping to spread distrust of her through the crowd))
Raul flies up trying to get the best of the situation but once he gets to the top of the mill he sees some grain on a storage platform to his right. Letting all that good and fresh grain lying there alone is no good for anyone, so he flies there and start eating it. Best grain ever.
Merzin doesn’t have to go much farther for she walks back to the main table at the side of the ring to see the combat.
The showman looks at the duck going to the top of the mill, looks back to his assistant and she shrugs and smile with innocence. People laughs and then he turns back his attention to the center of the ring, where the big muscled half-orc faces the athletic half-elf.
"Ok... ready... FIGHT!"
He yells and jumps back exiting the ring, leaving the two contenders alone.
Marzira's initiative: 5
Marzira's was distracted by the whole duck issue and the sudden roar of the orc caughts her unprepared. He throws himself towards her, launching a series of punchs to disorient her.
Attack: 19 Damage: 6
Attack: 11 Damage: 7
plus 2 to damage due to rage.
The first punch gets Marzira on her right side, but she rolls and the solid blow is lessened, she rolls again and dodge the other punch that hits the wood of the ring.
She stands and launches her feet on a circular kick to his face. She follows with another fast kick, spinning over the leg she just had used to kick, and finish with a strike to the chest with her open palm.
Attack: 21 Damage: 7
Flurry of blows:
Attack: 18 Damage: 6
Attack: 20 Damage: 5
CON ST vs Stunning Strike: 18
The half-orc is thrown a couple of feet back by her hits and shakes his head trying to focus.
People cheers and yells things like
"YESSS KICK THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!!!"
"YOU GOT HER MORDUK WWOOOHOOOOO!!"
"CHOP HER HEAD OFF!!!"
The half-orc jumps towards Marzira and tries to throw her to the ground.
Combat Round 2
BA: Frenzy Rage
Athletics: 27 vs Acrobatics: 13
Attack: 27 Damage: 11
Attack: 27 Damage: 11
She tries to jump away but he takcle her at the waist level and throw himself to the ground. The half-elf can't hold her ground and falls. Morduk, on top of Marzira put his fist together, raise them above his head and slams her, once, twice. She tries to cover the best she could for that hulking brute strength, but she has a broken eyebrow and probably some ribs broken from that tackle.
Damage rolls of Marzira were wrong, it should be 1d6 not 1d4 so I am adding 2 to each total beacuse that were good rolls and would be a pity to roll worse.