The serving girls look up, alarmed and embarrassed.

(they will get used to it. lol.)

(The screen fades out and is replaced by an image of men in colorful armor and no weapons chasing each other back and forth along a field about 300 feet long, surrounded by another cheering crowd.)

"One!"

Ladybug avoids the flames and gets a stylish light singe on his scales. He attacks Toren but isn't able to free the flag. 

*a horn blares* "Toren wins!"

No attempts to take control of the field were successful. Basil enters the battle field to congratulate Toren. 

YEA!

Okay, what are the upcoming matches? Next round of the current one, then what?

"There should probably be a board that tells who is in the next match and what arena they need to go to" Nykkan offers with a shrug.

(basil announces who fights in the next battles. usually before the battle is up. so that way you have time to get to the prep room , and or sober up. battles do take a while and takes time to shape the arena . so you do have time as a player to get your affairs in order between him announcing and fighting. basil should be announcing the third battle of the day soon. the pits battle is really heating up. )

(Sounds good :D)

(I'm a bit tied up. I'll put together the next fight soon. It'll be Eldin, Josias, Klong, and Viator.)

As you see a medium size Dragonborn walk into the Glory you hear him speak loudly "I hear one of my kin is here. I must meet this Dragonborn." then walking up to the bar "I will take a kafe now. And add some whiskey." after receiving my drink I seek out the Dragonborn.

Eldin hears the next match be announced. He tells Josais, "Well, looks like both of us are up and on opposite team. I'm not going to go down as easily as last time." As he turns away, he says, "Oh and try not to miss so much this time."

Baryk adds a generous amount of whisky into the kafe before handing it to the dragonborn.

"Ah welcome back! What a thrilling fight that was"

Throwing 3 silver on the counter. "I could have done better"

The battle in The Pits rages on:

Argoth sticks and moves, but it doesn't stick.

The interloper climbs out of the pit and swings at Marvarax with a Green Flame Blade. The flames spray out from the critical blow. Marvarax and Edros both colapse.

"What a brutal blow! This new assailant is not playing around!"

Gewonnt attempts to hide but can't find anywhere suitable.

Argoth flees from the iron tide.

Marvarax, unconscious, suffers a fevered dream.

The interloper approaches...

Edros, unconscious, is not well.

Nykkan looks at the dragonborn that walked in "Aye, I would assume you are talking about me" he says as he places another gold piece on the bar as a tab for his ale.

"Yes I am. See I have never meet someone like me." Standing before you is a 6' tall Dragonborn with scales that look like tarnished brass and large earth colored freckles. "I am Laynaar but you can call me Ladybug."

"Nykkan Fharngnarthnost, sailor and monk" says the 6'2, 239lb blue dragonborn as he holds out his calloused hand

After turning around, Urrk swears he sees a familiar array of feathers, but he may be mistaken. He shakes his head and stretches. 

Nykkan finishes his mug of ale and orders another one