@Ome:  Your opponent falls backward to her shoulders and struggles to get to her feet, but it's only after you've gotten to the smooth skin above her boots that she realizes what you've started.  "Lesson?  Me - wait, NO!" She taps the mat, which she seems to have forgotten, need not be acknowledged - the dominating opponent would have to accept a submission tap-out, or the match would keep going.  "Don't you do it!  Don't!"  She glares back through her tousled, short blond hair, trying to look mask her shock and worry with an expression of anger.  The tough front wasn't going to last long.  The referee waits on the sidelines calmly, watching with an expression of interest - in the amateur leagues and pits, they tend to be a lot more emotionally involved and a lot less bland than the professionals, hell, some working on the lowest tiers even took bets on matches they weren't refereeing, and got away with it.<br/>There's nothing but smooth skin now the whole way, until you reach her tight black leather shorts.<br/><br/>@Chiro:  "Looks like fun.  Torch." The professor grins, in order to mask his nervous demeanor, and reaches over his back, unable to get at the sticks in his pack, until finally he fingers one with your help, and lights it up.  It flares dimly; the more effective fuels he could use in lanterns would be magically or chemically enhanced and likely wouldn't work in this dulled environment.  "Dammit... okay." He stares down into the darkness beyond.  "Onyx, side by side we take point... Baron, you can have one of the torches in my bag... do you have anything to kill something with?" He asks, staring down and in, wondering if that was really a concern, or if this was all a childish fear of the dark.<br/><br/>((Kavenbach, I'll write your response up soon, I just got a message as I was writing Chiro's post and I'm heading out with my folks for now.))