Watching the fight, he struggled to resist the urge to call out for the fight to stop. He knew it wouldn't do anything, a couple people might throw things into the arena, but even then, it wouldn't be at Landes. The crowds were as bloody thirsty as usual, and they knew what kind of fight this would be. But he also knew she'd be pissed if he hopped in. She wasn't exactly defending herself, but her honor. Letting that pile of living waste Cerci know he wasn't about to intimidate her.<br/><br/>The fighting persisted, and she didn't fare well. But he could see the training at work, and he knew her intentions.<i>The jaw</i>she'd be thinking about now, knowing someone his size wouldn't even be budged by her strongest punch into his gut. She'd have to aim at his most vulnerable weak spots if she ever wished to stand even the remotest of chances. But he looked at her, and saw something odd about her. She moved awkwardly, differently. Effectively. He felt like he was watching a puppet fight. She went in for the chin, he could tell her movements even from the prep room. She slid under his assault and actually managed to hit him in the head. The glint of the hidden knife was like the spark that lit the flame. Boosting himself up with his hammer, he expertly launched himself through the small dugout windows, dragging his hammer behind him. Adrenaline surged through him as the crowd's incessant booing began. In mere moments he was between the unconscious Neris and Landes. The hulking man smiled, showing a mouth half full of teeth.<br/><br/>"Well, if it isn't the Peacekeeper. You know the rules boy," Cerci called down from the stands, a shameless grin stretched across his face, "Double the price if you deal with that one too Landes."<i>Of course this brute was being paid off. </i>Gripping his hammer, the head rested on the ground. Landes looked at him and then to the crowd, raising his hands. "Anyone willing to arm me and share the glory of watching the Peacekeeper crumble before me?" Several weapons spilled into the pit from the crowds cheering even louder than before. With a firm shove, Ocieros pushed Neris into the prep room window with a foot, never taking his eye from Landes. The brute of a man bent down, picking up a couple of the short swords tossed down. With much more conviction and attention to his form, Ocieros embraced the man's charge with a yell by swinging the handle of his hammer up, knocking aside one of the swords. The small opening threw Landes off balance, enough for a firm thrust of his hammer to be firmly planted against his chest. Being pushed back though, Landes made use of the opportunity, stabbing at Ocieros' own gut. Pulling back, he managed to avoid the brunt of the attack, but the steel nipped into his side as he pulled back. He assumed a stance as they eyed each other, the head of his hammer high in the area, Ocieros turned ever so slightly to be a smaller target.<br/><br/>The cheers of the crowd was deafening, watching as the two battled it out, the champion and the juggernaut. Making a quick move, Landes closed the distance between them, and surprisingly, dropped both swords as soon as he'd taken the broad swing at the man. Even as the hammer connected with the brute, he grabbed onto it with both hands. The swing picked him up off the ground, but he used the momentum to lift and swing the handle when he landed, taking Ocieros with it. With a groan, Ocieros felt the cold earth of the pit's walls smash against him as he was overpowered. Shadowed by Landes' figure, the two struggled to take the hammer, Landes pushing it with the intent to crush him between the wall and his own hammer. All he could do was keep it from breaking his ribs as the polished metal made contact. They sat there, Landes slowly starting to take control of the hammer as the handle pressed ever harder. Realizing he was going to lose this battle of power, he slid his hand down the handle. All of Landes' strength slid down the handle as Ocieros pushed him further to the side, bunching up his shoulders as he put all his strength into his right punch. Off balance and off guard, his fist smashed into the brute's jaw and Ocieros took pleasure in watching him crumple.