Granra smiled, thinking her Dirk attack had worked... Laughing slightly she had no idea what was going on. The Dirk cracked within the middle, it hanging onto the hilt with little hope. Life had suddenly got slower as if an Adrenaline rush kicked in. She turned to see the fist coming her way, few seconds to act. Using this chance as she could she attempted to punch Scar also, turning her face allowing herself to be socked in the side. She felt nimble and weak, nothing she could do at this point...<br/><br/>She would've hit the floor if not for Scar grabbing her other hand. The dirk hitting the ground and breaking like a twig,  spitting next to Scar a mixture of saliva and blood could be seen... She was lifted as if a ragdoll above the mans head, thrown over the circle statue in the middle... Looking down to see the blood inside of the 'alter', of all the past losers.... She knew she was soon to be one too, unless her opponent had felt merciful.. Hitting the ground she let out an 'Oomph'. Blacking out only seconds later, leaving herself vulnerable for death..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>