Leona moved forward, her paw reaching to remove her hood as she kept her eyes on the caracal and Tigrus.  She pushed closer toward the ring but the crowd was dense and, not-to-mention, swept away in the theatrics in the fighting ring.  She paused for a moment and dropped her paw, looking at Tigrus.  Perhaps it was all a ruse, including the caracal?  Just another way to draw the attention of the festival-goers.  She wish she could get to Tigrus and at least clarify what was going on.  Guards began to press in as well, pushing the crowd away with force.  The crowd around her began to move in another direction, tightening around her so as there was no room to move.<br/><br/>"Back away, make room!" She barked, getting frustrated with the complete one-mindedness of the group around her.<br/><br/>Her instincts were thrown into high-gear as she noticed the people around her did not give way to her pushing.  They were firm and unmovable.  She reached for her short sword with rising suspicion, but a hefty hand squeezed tightly on her forearm.  In her surprise at the strength at her arm, she failed to defend herself as a smaller cat pushed through the crowd in front of her and lifted her sword from her belt.  She was already being quickly shoved along, out of the direct sunlight to the more shadowy alcoves of the town square.<br/><br/>Leonaar?  Where was Leonaar?  She struggled, causing more of a fuss and looking above as many heads as she could to find the tell tale signs of her brother.<br/><br/>"Leonaar?!<strong>Leonaar?!</strong>Unhand me, you -!"  A rough cloth was shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head.  She gnashed down on the cloth, raising her muffled voice as loud as she could.  Ropes came next but not easily.  Her captors seemed to be increasingly annoyed at her struggle but they managed to wrestle the ropes on her, tightly.<br/><br/>