Irice soon removes the horse codpiece from  around her waist, having it there more to taunt it's former owner and give the crowd a bit of a show than any real interest in keeping it.  Despite that, she will take all of her prey's gear in case any of it could be used to melt into scrap metal for forging and improving her real armor that's hidden outside this arena.<br/><br/>After going through all her prey's gear, she has one final display of theatrics for the audience as she raises her warhammer to the sky, counting down under her breath how long it's been since she's transformed the heavy mace into a warhammer, and with a display of one of her cantrips, sends sparks running along the head of the weapon so as to more easily draw attention to her brown and tan frame.  Her ears and eyes register what the others are doing, but she does what she can to command the crowd's attention, especially aiming her gaze at those that are in charge of this arena.  "It's time for all these games to come to an END!"  She bellows, and even as she's speaking, her weapon shimmers before the crowds eyes to resume the form of the heavy mace she'd grabbed, though still throwing harmless sparks around unless there was something flammable nearby.   While it might appear as simple entertainment for the crowd, underlying her words was a message  that the Oread  wouldn't tolerate any more blood-baths in the arena and that she considered them unlawful...though with her theatrics, it would take more than a passing glance to understand her full message.<br/><br/>(( Diplomacy check, not really her skill.  Intimidate is what she trained in<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/637178">http://orokos.com/roll/637178</a>mfor twelve. ))