The crowd were even more hushed now than when they were watching the boring, feeble dance of death. It was a battle, finally, but then it was going the wrong way. And no blood? Noone looked impressed, but they were certainly watching intently with bated breath.<br/><br/>Sak-Bak stepped half a step forward, more eager than any other. He'd even taken his eyes from her tits for the moment to watch the more important point of the battle. He hissed lowly, excitedly. He was so close he could -taste- the headdress.. The adoration... The flesh of his warmblood sidekick!<br/><br/>The current shaman, in contrast, was stepping back slowly. His eyes were wide and his mouth loose; he wasn't stupid. He knew what was going to happen... He was moments from losing his precious crown. And then what... A mere warrior?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>