The cocksmack had left the halfling man shuddering with the power of the magic already coursing through him with force. Tehr's spell had him unsteady on his feet, but the second spell had a fair share of audience gasp and squirm on their seats, the matriarch's face for one showing a healthy flush and a shudder through her form. The shirt suited for this morning outing hugging her chest well, but the ample bosom's proud nipples showing clearly by now.<br/><br/>The elven pair had the elven man let out a long moan that drew some cases, as well as a punch on the arm from the elven woman who was shuddering, and inching away from him on her own seat despite the flush on his face. The two dwarven men were laughing loudly and seeming merry at the time, looking around amused, before both took a look back at the elf woman. Who in turn hastily covered her bust with her hands. The cloaked woman in turn moaned and bent ahead, whimpering, even as her voice was lost among a few other male and female voices alike. Shudders rippled in the audience it seemed. He had definitely left a lasting impression by now then.<br/><br/>Only one stood seemingly unmoved, the green-skinned warrior woman that towered above the most. Well, unmoved was the wrong term, seeming as she had stood up as Tehr's spell hit her. The woman stood with her legs straight, a leather pulling tight on her crotch, the strong legs holding her straight, her arms crossed under her chest. Her body seeming to shake faintly for a moment but she said nothing, merely standing in the back row, staring down at the arena.<br/><br/>The halfling lad was still stumbling though as soon as he realized that his pants were off, he rushed his hands down to pick them up. Tehr's staff swung close to him and he had to back away in a hurry, failing to pull the pants back up though the staff missed him. As the halfling lad stumbled back a step, he growled even with his wang hanging loose.<br/><br/>"You'll pay for this!" He shouted in anger, raising his arm to continue with his own casting, fingers curling in a grasping gesture, forming a silvery arrow in the air, swiftly joined by two others, that rushed towards Tehr with speed, seeming intent on piercing his flesh the way those silvery arrowtips were shaped. Even with arena's defensive magic, it would likely leave a nasty bruise at least.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC - Spell Effect</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Spell:</strong> Magic Missile<br/><strong>Damage:</strong> 3d4+3, rolled damage 11<br/>That is, unless Tehr counters it, but he ought to recognise the spell when its being cast, and have the chance and initiative to cast something else.</div></div>