From the moment Cerci wanted her to fight, Neris knew she had already lost. She wouldn't admit it, ever, but she knew there was no chance of getting that book back now. And Ocieros was just getting more peeved. Neris? It's not that she didn't care, she couldn't bring herself to care anymore, but walking away wouldn't do good for anyone, especially Ocieros. She paused to think a moment.<br/><br/>Neris tugged on Ocieros' arm and brought him back a few steps. "Don't whack him. Injuring a spectator never ends well," Neris spoke from experience.<br/><br/>"You're not seriously--" Ocieros started, but Neris rasied a hand.<br/><br/>She shook her head. "I'm gonna lose, but it's the only chance I've got."<br/><br/>"Look, I can..." Ocieros trailed off when Neris released her grip.<br/><br/>"Cie, you've done enough already. Have a little faith in your sister, alright?" All he could do was nod.<br/><br/>Neris shook her head, trying to clear it, and sauntered up to Cerci, a light smile covering her annoyance. "Looks like you've made your decision then," he smirked. "Didn't take that long. You been itching to get down there too or something?"<br/><br/>"Nope," she replied with false cheer, "But I can't just walk away from a challenge like that," her smile widened, "Besides, it'd lower your reputation having me fight down there." Uneven matches were sometimes fun to watch, but with Cerci's way of thinking, she knew he'd probably find one of the bigger ones to try and beat her to silence. Bets? This was probably more exhibition than anything else. All she could really do was survive for as long as possible.<br/><br/>Neris turned her attention back at the arena. Nothing to fight with. And it'd be a bad idea to try and use Ocieros' hammer…  The necklace would be used for a bet, so that leaves fists and whatever other things she could think up of before the match started. She turned away from Cerci and grimly observed the arena. Anything to use… anything at all…