Twilight of the Gods

The Jaguarman cocks his head at her, watching her closely for a moment before speaking. "I have no desire to harm you, priestess. I fight due to the pain I feel from their vile magics. You feel their touch, do you not? Pushing us forward. Unless you have the resources to shield both of us, I fear that I will cross your line involuntarily. You see, Priestess, no one here with any kind of mind fights for these mad men voluntarily. We are forced to by threats and cruelty. I who was once the chieftain of the Jaguars am now nothing but a puppet for their amusement."

"I see. Well then... I am sure glad I spent all that time meditating." She chants a little to Ra and they both take on an orange glow. "Hope this will work. Never tried to stop blood magic like this."

"Killing bad men is a specialty of mine. And I have friends who can help... I wonder." She claps twice and says "Guide!" She then waits.

the Guide appears with somewhat of a pained expression on his face. "Yes, Sera Ranset?"

"Ah, that works. Good. Tell me, what exactly is our plan here? Do I need to stage a fake death here or something? And can my new friend here even see you?" She seems almost happy. She knows she's driving the person in charge of the arena insane!

"Set's a friend, Guide." She smiles. "Solkar, I will use the shaft of the spear to knock you out, if this plan works for you?"

"I shall make it appear to be as true as I can, Sera Ranset."

The crowd begins muttering angrily, before beginning to chant fight over and over, with increasing hostility. Solkar leaps back, roaring and swinging at Sera with his claws, easily dodgeable, and surprising, given his earlier feats of speed.

"Okay then." Sera sidesteps the attack and springs forward, swingng the shaft behind her to tap the back of his head. However, considering the weight of this spear, it certainly didn't feel like a tap. More like a knockout blow.

Solkar staggers, and th crowd gasps as he does so, but amazingly, he remains not only conscious but also on his feet, as he leaps into the air, going up and over her quite easily, before batting her with his paw, taking great care not to use his claws. The force sends her rolling away, but does no real damage.

"Strong." She comments, using the spear itself to leap behind him, again aiming for his head with a blow from the side.

He makes a move to roll, but slows himself to take just enough of the blow to cause himself to slump to the ground, unconscious.

"It seems our sacrifice has fight after all. She has won the first of three grueling matches."

She yawns, and sits pointedly outside of the circle.

The leader looks on, clearly annoyed but says nothing. The gate she came through slowly raises until it is fully open.

She yawns again, and slowly, very slowly, walks towards it, making faces at the watching people as she does so.

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The crowd boos and begins throwing rotting produce at her in an attempt to get her to leave.

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Sera doesn't respond, continuing her slow walk.

She gets hits right in the head with a very rotten corn cob, the foul juice running down her face.

She ignores it, although her face twitches slightly. She walks through the gate.

Laryn looks towards Amilee and nods "It's okay, they can take care of themselves."

The crowd continues to boo as she exits the arena, but stops throwing produce at her.

Laryn and Amilee both hear the rumor buzz about how the first sacrifice survived the opening challenge.