The first battle of Round Two, the [Magus Ferox] BattleArena Tournament.
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[Mouse] skips in,pausing at the edge of the arena. She has exchanged 'borrowed'-from-[Nay] trousers for her usual gypsy skirts, though these have been creatively hacked back to a little above her knee. Slung around her waist is a sword belt (also 'borrowed' from Nay) with Sishraen sheathed. Her wild red curls,threaded through with braids and ribbons and little bells,usually allowed to fall however it pleases,has been haphazardly tied back into a loose pony-tail. Resting her hands lightly on her hips, she surveys the arena with amused green eyes, a slight smile twitching her lips. "OI NAY!" She yells. "Where are you?"


[Nay] walks in dressed in her usual attire. Her leather pants worn enough to be comfortable and her white tunic. Her spit-shone black boots reaching halfway up her calf, her stiletto hanging from her belt, yet unlike her first fight with [Magus Ferox], Nay had her battleaxe, rather than her sword. Her black hair was tied in a loose ponytail down her neck, giving her a rougish appearence. "Hey hey hey, I'm right here," she smiled at [Mouse].

"Hey, you girly-girl." Mouse steps closer to Nay, glancing around. "Do we have to wait for someone to blow a whistle or something, or can we just start belting each other?"

Mulciber pops into the Arena, "Nope, just go to it. Have fun!" He blows a kiss to Nay and disappears again.

Nay blushes, then suddenly turns to Mouse, "You did not see that!" She holds her battleaxe to the ready. "Alright missy, get ready to have your ass whopped!" Nay swings her axe dangerously and charges front on towards her, wearing an insane grin. She swings her axe towards Mouse's torso, hoping to get a hit.

Dodging out of the way of Nay's charge, Mouse draws Sishraen with a grin. "I did so see. You're getting slippery! You'll be slipping all over the place soon!" She laughs, dancing in from behind to try and strike Nay's right shoulder before she can recover from her charge.

Mouse's strike hit true, and Nay's knees buckled in surprise. Blood gushing through the opened flesh, she earnestly tried to catch her balance before she fell all the way to the ground. In a crouch, she pivitted on her feet to face Mouse. Using the hilt of her battleaxe to try and knock Mouse's feet from under her, Nay swung it at her ankles.

Not seeing that one coming,Mouse hits the ground with a painful thud. "Owww...that was my tailbone...no-one messes with my butt and gets away with it!" With a quick gesture,a firey red orb erupts in her palm,which she flings at Nay,quickly scrambling to her feet.

The red orb hits Nay in the belly, just below the old scar Hhoal gave her. The smell of sizzling flesh and burning cloth can be smelt throughout the arena. "Well, that ... was ... mighty harsh," Nay mumbles as she quickly packs sand onto the burning flesh. As she gets her feet again, she charges towards Mouse. Five yards away and enclosing, Nay suddenly disappears in midrun...

Readying to parry the blow, the sudden disappearance of Nay surprises Mouse quite effectively. Circling on the spot, sword raised, she tries to anticipate where Nay will re-appear. "I didn't know she could do that," she mutters.

Reappearing to Mouse's left side, Nay brings her battleaxe up, ready to bring it down upon Mouse's shoulder. "I didn't know I could do the either," she says, breathing hard at the burn in her belly and brings the axe down...

Throwing herself to the left, Mouse rolls and regains her feet in a gracefull movement. "Hell's fire!" She exclaims,darting back towards Nay and thrusting her blade in towards her side, just below her ribs.

Still in the motion of swinging, Nay tried to aim the blow intended for Mouse towards the oncomming sword. The axe hit the sword and sent it reeling upwards. In that instant, Nay spun, so that she was mirroring Mouse's own stance. With what Nay hoped was accuracy, she unsheathed her stiletto with her opposte hand and sent it towards Mouse's upper arm.

Feeling something in her wrist protest violently to being snapped back, Mouse lets go the hilt of her sword with a cry.Nay's stiletto opening up her forearm almost from elbow to wrist, she takes an instinctive leap back. Put out by the sudden pain in wrist and forearm,her sword not in hand, her first reaction is to summon up one of her fiery orbs and throw it in her opponent's face...

Stiletto still in hand, Nay's eyes grow wide at the orb in Mouse's hand. She jerks the stiletto out to leave a badly gushing wound, Nay spins back around to face Mouse and holds up the hand she is holding her stiletto in a sacrifices poise. Aruptly the air in the arena grew smokey and hard to breathe, the sky turned an ominous grey as a ring of blue fire rose up around the two woman. Slowly the fire crept forwards toward them. "Shit shit shit, not again!" Nay curses.

"You and your thrice cursed, un-controllable, barbarian magic! By the hells girl, you know you can't control it, so you shouldnt play around with it!" Mouse hisses, without thinking how the words might affect her friend. She throws her hands out, the sky turning an even darker, more ominous shade of grey-purple. In a smooth movement she brings her hands closer together, flaring the fingers of her right. Sishraen shudders on the ground where she fell, before flying to Mouse's hand. Twirling the sword twice, she then executes an insanely complicated combination of hand-gesture and sword-twirling. The blue-flame ring freezes abruptly, and with another concise hand motion from Mouse it shatters into fine blue dust. Moving her hands sharply upwards and gesturing again, a powerful dust-devil picks up in the arena, blowing dust so violently nothing can be seen or heard but the dust and wind for long minutes. Then, as suddenly as it began, it stops, the blue dust and ominous cloud blown clear away. Standing en guarde,blood dripping steadily down her forearm, with a rather satisfied smile on her face, is Mouse. "I bet you didn't know I could do that, did you now?" She grins. "I've been practicing really hard since I got my powers back," she adds.

Nay nods quickly as if she knew the whole time what was going to happen. "Oh, and sugar, it's not me freeken bloody fault that me freeken, thriced-cursed, uncontrollable barbarien magic doesn't work. It's the blood and you very well know that blood is dangerous to meddle with." With that she held her stiletto by the blade and sent it reeling, with a little difficulty seeing as the burn on her chest, towards Mouse's stomach.

The blade hits Mouse in the stomach, but not with enough force to penetrate very far. Very quickly getting over her surprise, she yanks the stiletto free. "Sorry,darls. You know my tongue moves on it's own sometimes. i wouldn't dare mess with the blood." She edges forward. "And why weren't you surprised?" Mouse's eyes narrow. "You aren't keeping things from me now too, are you?" Almost before she finishes speaking,Mouse darts across the remaining distance between Nay and herself,lifting Sishraen high and swinging downward toward the junction of Nay's neck and shoulder.

Nay brought her axe up to block the blow. Shishraen bit into the hard wood of the axe, almost slicing it in two, the tip of the blade cleanly slicing the side of her neck. Locked together, she smiled to her friend. "Oh, I'm surprised darl. But, you know me, won't give in 'till the whistle blows." And with that, she pushed Mouse back from her, using the stem of the axe. Swinging it back so the blade was facing Mouse, she swung it horizontal towards her chest...

Mouse,not fast enough to completely avoid the blow,feels the blade of Nay's axe connect rather brutally with the left side of her rib cage,laying open shirt and breast and chest with a cracking of bone. Mouse's mouth forms an 'o' of surprise as warm,sticky blood rushes from the wound. "Oh darls," she gasps,suddenly finding breathing incredibly difficult and painful. "Am I gonna get you for this." A bloody Sishraen slips from her bloody fingers. Mouse wavers,lifting her hands as if to cast some spell,but failing. Her wounded chest heaves,a glistening bit of fractured rib visible. With a last feeble attempt to summon up a spell, she falls, breathing shallow and erratic,blood very quickly pooling about her.

Nay dropped her axe. "Er ... MEDIC!!!" she yelled at the top of her voice. She then bent over Mouse and examined her. "I may not be a healing-mage, but I know my stuff when it comes to healing a solider." She knelt down and felt Mouse's forehead, feeling for fever, then her eyes...

The Arena paramedics soon arrive, taking over for [Nay] and bandaging up [Mouse]. Mulciber follows in behind them, "Wow... What a fight!! You guys are really good. The winner of this fight is [Mouse] *if she survives* with 170 points, [Nay] close behind with 160. Thanks for playing!" Mulciber says as the medics cart [Mouse] off to the Infirmary.

Nay laughed."Woot! Go Mouse!" She hugged her friend before the medics cart her off and sighed. Then pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. "I taught her that," she said with maternal pride.

"Alright, Mouse. We're ready for you to fight [Canthlian] for the Championship !!" Mulciber announces, hoping Mouse will hear the message..