Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-12599067-20140701235429

"Now all you need to do is wait for the match to end and someone will escort you in. Luckily for you, each prisoner can only go through one match per day unless the warden or someone else says otherwise," the Imperial explained.

The guard shifted uncomfortably and was about to wish them good luck when an outburst of applause from the guards above, and a pair of guards came down into the armory/training facility and stepped out into the arena. There was some growling and a guttural snarl that was cut short before one of the guards came back, carrying the bloody mess that had once been the Orc and disappearing up the stairs. The other herded the durzog that hadn't tried to attack back to the opposite side of the arena, which was likely where the creatures were kept.

Another, taller guard came down the stairs and zeroed in on the nearest gladiators, who just so happened to be Scathach and some angry-looking Reachman. He called them both to his side and practically dragged Scatty out into the arena. The Reachman, evidentally a seasoned gladiator, simply spun his somewhat dull axe and followed in the lead.

Scatty had only a moment to pick herself up before the portcullis on the other side opened and their opponent came out. The snake was nearly twice as long as the cart that had brought them there and about as thick around as a small oak. The monstrous serpent reared itself up and hissed at them, then flew forward at Scatty with lightning speed.