Kay, somewhat surprisingly, put up with the handling and the soldier giving directions. She hated authority, sure, but she knew that picking a fight here and now wasn't going to be a productive way to express her displeasure with the ruling oppressor class. She did bristle- just a little- when she got touched, granted. And she did burp and let her stomach rumble suggestively as she clopped her way behind the chubby guard, licking her lips suggestively to an audience of none. But it's not until they emerge into the light that the faun's pent-up energy finds an outlet.<br/><br/>"YEEEEAAAAAAAH!" The faun rips out, tearing away from the group and quickly scuttling along the sides of the walls, leaping up to slap at hands extended downwards. Whatever her anarchic tendencies, she's visibly energized by the presence of a crowd, a grin stuck on her face. She'd done this enough that she was a familiar sight in the arena, and her mixture of battle-concerts with a lot of grappling and (once the song's ended) finishing off with a full faun belly. She ignores the centaur entirely, not paying the ebullient announcer any mind except to note her down as a not-to-attack target. Could probably use her as a mobile blockade, maybe- She laughed, suddenly. Kay knew *exactly* how to use the centaur announcer to thin the herd, pun intended.<br/><br/>"C'mon, c'mon, don't get all cocky," she says, trotting back to the others, breathing hard and flushed but beaming. "More of them than there are of us, and being outnumbered's always a hard lift, you know? Hah. Do your jobs." She bounces from hoof to hoof, blowing alternating kisses and obscene gestures into the audience; she also starts to hyperventilate, getting a lot of air into her lungs, and one free hand starts to beat out a staccato rhythm on her hip, getting herself preemptively into the flow of the music before starting to sing- taking up a recessed, flanking role to the left of their forming line.  ((Eyeballing I21~))