Joseph
The countdown began and Storm braced herself for the match. Baldwin, as he called himself, immediately tried to pin her, launching his attack swiftly and without hesitation. Storm's hand slipped about halfway to the table before she caught herself. The muscles in her arm tensed as she threw her own force back against him. She wouldn't be toppled so easily.

Nor would she be goaded into a frenzy by his taunts. Storm could keep calm surprisingly well for a Barbarian. Her tail flicked behind her as she grit her teeth and pushed back against the Drow. Maybe she *Should* Have used claws, but that would have been an unfair advantage. If Storm won this match she wanted her victory unchallenged.

Sweat dampened her forehead as they arm wrestled fiercely. Storm's ears twitched when Baldwin shouted at her and she couldn't help but grin a little. *Tiger* And *Kitten* Were cute, but she sensed this man might need a proper defeat. For a moment she had considered letting him win to preserve his dignity, but perhaps it wasn't the best idea. Besides, he would likely sense that her 'defeat' was a lie. Storm dismissed the idea of losing on purpose.

They were relatively evenly matched when it came to strength alone. Now it came down to stamina. How long could they maintain the force of the other? Storm's entire life had been a matter of either ending her opponent's life quickly or waiting for them to tire out before killing them. But the Drow was likely to be older than her and had years of experience and training. It was anyone's game.

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Rebecca
**Life had been a gamble. One where people placed their fortune, ego, and pride down, willing to risk it all for a grand prize. Tonight, the dice had rolled in Baldwin's favour, as superior technique and experience would give him the leeway to win.**

**That is not to say he would win effortlessly— no, far from it. He struggled against the feline Barbarian as the pair had their clash of strength. The table shook as the two attempted to push one another down, twisting their bodies into one another to thrust their hands against the tabletop's surface. Baldwin's hand would manage to bend Storm's wrist, placing her at a disadvantage, before giving one last tug to bring her down. His body leaned backwards as he pulled her down, his bodyweight contesting her arm strength as, with a hefty slam, her hand would hit the table's surface.**

**Cheer would explode from the patrons as the victor was decided. Baldwin had been victorious, relinquishing Storm's hand. He would let out a hefty sigh, before standing up and offering Storm a handshake.** "You're strong, Tiger." **Baldwin had spoken.** "I like that." **He would add, bearing a devilish grin as his hand had hung before her.**

**They both knew what the bet was— Baldwin wanted her for the evening, and he would have her. However, the truth was he only desired to agitate the woman to see if she would sink to utilizing that innate strength she and him possessed. She hadn't, and that alone impressed him. He found respect for the feline Beastwalker. He wouldn't undermine her, not anymore anyways.**

**Presumably, if they shook hands, Baldwin would use his head to motion her to come along. He grabbed his coin purse, and threw on his cloak.** "You like to drink, Tiger? I'll booze you up. Lets chit chat a bit— You've caught my curiosity." **Baldwin had spoken, as the Patrons would slowly disperse into their own little groups, chatting away.**

**Baldwin would sign a barmaid.** "Two stouts— no, make it four. I'm lookin' to have some fun tonight." 

**Baldwin made a husk laugh, before leading Storm to the table he previously sat at. He would pull the other chair next to him, and motion for Storm to sit beside him.** "C'mon Tiger. I won't bite."
Joseph
They struggled for what felt like an eternity. Neither showed signs of weakness. But too late Storm felt her elbow slip and her hand twisted and that was that. Baldwin overpowered her at last and slammed her hand firmly down onto the table. The crowd went wild as Storm recovered. Well at least she still had her previous winnings. She supposed that it was better than nothing.

Of course his victory meant he would have her for the evening - whatever the hell that meant. Storm would let it play out. Although the challenge had sounded provocative, she wasn't entirely convinced. She took his offered hand and shook it firmly, smiling a little to show there were no bad feelings. The smile, however, was full of sharp teeth.

"I'll take a drink or four, sure," Storm said agreeably. So he just wanted to *Talk*? Storm wasn't entirely certain that she believed him. Everyone had their motives, and they were often hidden. But Storm wasn't going to deny herself a few drinks and a potentially good time. She took a moment to collect her coin from the first match, then moved to follow Baldwin. She sat down beside him, propping her feet up on the seat across from her and settling back.

Her every movement spoke of feline grace and the confidence only a cat could have. The tip of her tail flicked lazily back and forth as she considered him. "Don't be too keen," She said with a contented smile. "There's not much to me. I'm a simple Cat." Was she just being humble or speaking the truth? Storm was very sure of herself, despite her loss. It seemed that a lost arm wrestling match was no true insult. 

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