Tiring of this game the warrior lunged forward and caught Zachary's punch. Grabbing hold of his arm, and pulling until the elbow dislocated. Hanging limply. Then quickly reaching down and grabbing the briefs with his other arm, and tearing them off. The audience cheered, hotting in there strange tongue.<br/><br/>Meanwhile somebody was holding Amber, she could feel his hands smothering her face, his arms warping around her body, and his fingers probing into her sex. As he pulled her away from the common area, away from her father and newfound husband, she glanced a dead woman out of the corner of her eye, the wife of the defeated warrior from before. Bloodstains between her legs and depression marks on her throat.