"Guess we will have to do without the extra barricades...", Nilia noted, as she began to immediately move at the call to action. Drawing her consciousness deeper into herself and cutting off the outside world to retain her focus before the coming battle, as she tended to do in every single one of her fights in the arena, the naga barely reacted as they crossed out into the roar of the crowd, only raising her shield to block the sun for a few seconds until her eyes adapted to the increase in light.<br/><br/>As usual, the serpentine woman barely even acknowledged the crowd, only tossing a quick glance around the Colosseum to judge the numbers this spectacle had drawn. Nilia was firm in her belief to put the fight first, then possibly gloat and perform a little for the crowds after it was over. After all, her character was the no-bullshit, fight-fight-fight type of gladiator, which did have it's own niche in the audience, amidst all the parading and bad acting from most other gladiators.<br/><br/>With her spears on her back in her little rope harness, and mace in hand, Nilia was stretching and warming up as she stood at attention for the announcer, rolling and shifting her tail about, while her human half tilted this way and that, and her arms swung from side to side and up and down as she limbered up with weapon and shield in hand. However, the centauress' aimed finger-wag did catch the naga's attention, and threw her a little out of her zone! With a little flush, gritted teeth and a quiet, "Tch!", Nilia's hard, blue eyes settled onto the fleeing equine as she shouted out, "Don't tempt me!", to the back of the galloping woman, more than loud enough for a good part of the crowd to hear her!<br/><br/>Slithering further into the arena to start setting up her trap/fortification/blockade next to the closest pillar on the right, while Joan introduced their enemies, Nilia had the roped up spears in hand when she glanced over at their opponents, only to be left staring in rage at the ridiculous display! Here she was hoping for a difficult, grueling battle against at least a couple of horsemen, and the ones in charge have the gall to dress up a bunch of prisoners or whatever they were and send them into a battle for life and death?! Gripping the spear so tightly the wood creaked in between her fingers, Nilia tore it out of it's rope bindings, raised it up over her shoulder, and with a roaring, "Mother<span style="font-weight: bold">FUCKERS!</span>" that seemed to build even more volume as it went on, the naga put all her strength into the spear, and hurled it up into the air, towards the enemy banner-bearer atop the horse.<br/><br/>Wether the spear hit it's mark or not, Nilia would force out a puff, crack her neck, and while still scowling at the insult of an enemy force, address her allies with a quick, "They have more ranged capabilities than us, we need to be on the offensive", before rasing her shield, ready for battle!<br/><br/>(The spear throw was a natural 18, which becomes a 18, with the penalties from distance negating her bonus to hit:m<a class="postlink" href="https://orokos.com/roll/631662">https://orokos.com/roll/631662</a>mDamage 7:m<a class="postlink" href="https://orokos.com/roll/631758">https://orokos.com/roll/631758</a>m)<br/><br/>(Initiative 9:m<a class="postlink" href="https://orokos.com/roll/631681">https://orokos.com/roll/631681</a>m)<br/><br/>(Nilia was slithering towards M-N-18-19 to set up a barricade against the pillar when she lost her cool, so she would be at about K-L-20-21 or somewhere around there)