<em>Mallorin stared at the man as he wiggled like a worm towards the rock and effectively cut him off by yanking on his ropes. He would still be woozy from the dart and she wasn’t taking any chances at him escaping. Her knot tying was something to be proud of, the vine like ropes not giving, and almost cutting into his wrists. “You can fight me at the Pit and show your talents or lack of when we get there Man…” She spat out and yanked at his wrists from the length of rope tied to them pulling him back from the rock. She was strong, nearly five feet eight inches, with a lean, muscular tone evident. “Now stand..” She ordered with a tug, hoping he’d be smart enough to get his legs under him. “Unless you want me to leave you staked here for the animals?” She threatened her voice holding a treacherous note.</em>