The shaman stepped into the very centre of the circle, and tossed supposedly sacred spices left and right to sprinkle down over the floor, preparing the arena for the all important challenge. That the human was going to get slaughtered didn't matter; they had an important duty to see the work of the spirits done, and to ensure the strongest one won. He called out a loud, strong speech in the language Janica couldn't even begin to pick up, before one hand waved to beckon the champion forth. He stepped into the arena, waved his weapon in the aicher and let out a bellowing, powerful roar with enough strength in it to make the small lizards coo and even the larger ones grin, proud of their champion.<br/><br/>The arm waved up to Janica, inviting her forward. All eyes switched to her; most with disdain and hatred, though one or two creature did have a little desire in their eyes... it seemed frowned upon, though, considering how quick they were to look away when she threatened to catch their eye. The broad circle seemed empty with both of them in it, and soon the shaman stepped back too. The fight was on, and the opponent began circling with a confident, toothy smirk.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>