Two green-skinned Barsoomians grabbed Katra by her hand her and legs and carried her with all eight arms to the edge of the ring.   She struggled against them, kicking and grunting, "Let me go!  Let me..."  Laughing, they reared back and tossed her.  She finished her sentence in free fall "... goooo!"  The words ended when she fell ignominiously face down in the martian sand.<br/><br/>Katra spit out some of the sand that had gotten in her mouth and scrambled to her feet.  She was still dressed for the desert traveling she'd been doing before she'd been so rudely interrupted for this death match.  She had a two piece dark red jump suit with loose strips of robe that crossed over her stomach and fell halfway down her legs.  They were held in place by a golden buckled belt.  Her shoulder-length burgundy hair tossed around her shoulders as she flicked her head across the arena and looked at the martians with murder in their eyes.<br/><br/>She dashed forward to the pile of weapons that had been left for her.  She grabbed the first one she could find which was a long pole with a curved, weighted hook at the end.  It gave the young red-martian quite a bit of reach and would be deadly if managed to get a hold of someone.<br/><br/>She looked at the other people who had been tossed into the pit and said to them and tossed them weapons as well, "Well, come on now, get your weapons up!  I don't want to die here."  She said hurriedly to them and held out her hook-staff to keep the other gladiators at bay until everyone on her side was armed.  She looked over to the Thark and said, "You can take as many weapons as you want big guy."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>One of the goons, a red-skinned Barsoomian who had an eyepatch, decided that this batch of prey were better off without weapons and he tried to push his luck with the hook.  He didn't even deem the small woman much of a threat and all and tried to walk right by her.<br/><br/>"Oh no you don't!"  Katra said, and grabbed at his ankle with her hook staff.  She was agile and precise, far more than the big guy expected.  The big man was pulled to the surface of Mars as hard as anyone could fall in the lighter gravity.  She wasn't done though.  She spun the staff so the blunt end came down and cracked the man's bald skull.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(8 + 1 d20) two momentum converted into damage dice (2+2+5+5) Effect is going to be knocking the guy prone with 6 damage. </div></div>