<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Only got a 13 for perception.  17 for initiative.  If Miri wins initiative, she'll cast shield, and use an arcane point to give her sword +1 and flaming.</div></div><br/>Miri casts a glance over her shoulder as she pushes through the door, her eyes narrowing.  "I see..."  Her lips curl downward into a sneer.  While she was fairly used to having men stare at her, there seemed to be something extra and unpleasant in the way that these ones looked at her.  And despite their reassurances about Jordan's performance, there seemed to be something sinister there as well.  Shaking her head, she pushes them out of her mind as she steps into the arena.<br/><br/>The bright lights of the arena cause Miri to blink, squinting against the sudden change of light, disoriented by the darkness existing along the fringes.  A few moments later, she hears the sounds of the cheering rising from the darkness.  Her lips twitch, uncertain whether to turn into a smile or a frown.  The cheers were for her, which was, in a way, flattering.  Did they know she was a prisoner?  She steps forward hesitantly, inclining her head, giving a half-curtsy.<br/><br/>Miri's attention is drawn from the crowd and its curious behavior by the heavy opening of the door.  Her eyes widen, her breath hissing through her teeth in alarm as she catches sight of her apparent opponent.  All that size, and all that metal... still, despite her nervousness, Miri begins to gather arcane energies about her, readying herself for the fight.