Glenn
*The tavern was loud and chaotic, shouting voiced able to be heard through the walls, the windows letting out a strong stream of light and shadows. Just as Terrel would start to arrive a the entrance, the window would shatter, as a large THING would be thrown out of it. The thing would start to stand up, as it tured out it was a person instead. This person was certainly not tall, but not small either, two red horns on her head and a long thing tail from behind her. Blood trickled down her face as she looked up at the man, her clothes torn from the glass.*
Robert
*Terrel took a quick step back as the window suddenly shattered upon someone breaking through it. He held an arm up, mainly to shield any excess glass before glancing down at the woman lying on the ground. It took him a short moment to process it, but eventually he gave her a light tap of his boot, mainly to see if she was still alive.*"You know if killing you was their goal, they may need to retry a few more times."*He commented, offering a hand down to help her up.*
Glenn
*Ari would look up at the strange man in a pig mask, taking his hand with a grin* "Hah! Dont worry! He's just mad i kicked his ass in the last fight, so he and a bunch of goons grouped up on me." She would laugh and finish standing up as she brushed debris from her pants, her hands wrapped in fighters tape.
Robert
*He regarded the woman for a moment. The look alone would have suggested that this wasn't her first brawl or maybe that was simply how Onis looked. Terrel was never really sure with it being a race of fighters typically.*"Do you guys usually fight it out in there or did I just come at a bad time?"*He asked in amusement.*
Glenn
"Ahhh you just came at a bad time, you *Should* Have come earlier to see the arenas, i totally shattered his nose" *She flashed her teeth at him with a grin before turning to the window and shouting* "Hey fuckface! Your throw is as lousy as your punch!"
Robert
"Too bad. Was hoping to find a place to rest at for the night."*He said casually, only drawing silent as she taunted the people in the tavern.*"You're an arena fighter I'm assuming? Doesn't seem like you have many fans."*The Silnari joked in returning back to what she mentioned earlier.*
Glenn
Ari growled at his statement of not having a lot of fans, mostly at them and less the man. "When you look and fight like me, the Oni here don't really respect that" She said, not the full truth, but enough that it was believable
Robert
*He gave her a quick look over.*"Don't seem to be too different from what I'd expect of an arena fighter, but I haven't really been to one before, so I suppose I wouldn't know."*He passed a glance to the tavern then back down at her.*"You planning on going back in, because if it's going to be a whole ordeal thing, I can grab some food and watch."
Glenn
Arish'i grinned and stretch her arms behind her back "Sure thing! And if you enjoy the show you can by me food" She says with a grin, winking at him as she walks through the front door, slaming it open with a cocky smirk
Robert
*He gave an unamused snort.*"This better be one good show."*Terrel said, eventually heading in after. He decided to find a place to sit down at, figuring she'd draw most of the attention to herself with whatever confidence she appeared to have in fighting multiple people at once. It was not something too farfetched, but so far the results didn't seem to be in her favor. Already it seemed like bets were being placed around, but Terrel wasn't too interested in it.*
Glenn
Ari was standing in the middle of a crowd, facing what seemed to be a group of 5 red oni, the biggest one clearly the leader. Arish'i on the other hand was a lot smaller than most the Oni here, her supposed opponent standing a lot taller than her. She would speak up loudly "Fine, you want to do this, I challenge you to a duel of honor!" She said with a feirce gaze, the one infront of her glowering. Ari knew he couldnt back down or get out of this fight, not while there where a large group of witnessess
Robert
*While she was challenging the other Oni, Terrel decided to order himself a drink for the time being. He questioned what kind of duel of honor would exist in a bar full of Onis, one of which getting double teamed through a window, but he supposed he was just about to see.*
Glenn
A ring would begin to be created, Ari's opponent stepping forward. "So, are you ready to get your ass handed to you for the second time" She said, cracking her knuckles with a 'fuck you' smirk. The man across from her growled "Your just a pompus prick because your mom is a famous fighter, your not worth shit!" The man said, spitting on the ground. Ari's face lowered as she got into a fighting position, "Im going to make you eat those words, and some teeth"
Robert
*By now, Terrel's drink had finally arrived just as they were getting ready to duel. He supposed this would be the closest he's ever gotten to an arena fight, but he didn't have much faith in either side with how much they were just yelling insults at each other. Maybe this was just part of the entertainment factor. He leaned back in his seat, deciding to get comfortable for the time being. Whatever the result may be, someone wasn't going to be able to walk away from it with their pride still intact.*
Glenn
Ari made the first move, quickly dashing up to him and striking him in side, before dodging a strike to her left, sweeping her legs underneath his. Her opponent stumbled for a second before catching himself, turning around to face her as he slammed his fist into her mouth. Ari took the blow, using it to leverge herself withing striking distance, punching him twice in the face before kicking him, jumping back before he could make a counter attack

The man ran at her, swinging his fist down as she jumped into the air, kicking him in the face. As she lands she kicks hos feet from beneath him, making him fall. Ari breathed heavily as he growled in pain. His arm reaching out and grabbing her tail, pulling her into the ground.
Robert
*Terrel had to admit she was holding out longer than what he had seen last time. He almost smirked at the thought. Almost. To anyone really look at the man with a pig mask, with only his mouth visible from it, one would think him unimpressed, but it was at least more entertaining than watching drunkards stumbling about, despite it most likely being a similar thing in this sense.*