<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><br/>The large, circular chamber and the stadium within its center was hard not to marvel at, and Zerxel took a moment to put her hands on her hips before the wrought iron stairs before her.  It was quite the stadium, truth be told, and she had to admire Malefactus's taste in venue.  He certainly knew how to set the stage for a grand event, and the fact that thousands, tens of thousands of people across the world, were going to watch her fight her foul tempered counterpart, was not something to easily reconcile on a whim.  It was just another reminder as to the state of their fucked up world, with Pandora pulling the strings, but that was what Zerxel was hear to stop at all costs.  She'd beat this blasted Dungeon, and if she had to put on a show to achieve that goal, then so be it, but she still took a moment to ready herself for the trial ahead.  This was one of those make or break moments, and rushing in, head first, would likely get her killed, or worse, even if the fight itself wasn't meant to result in someone dying.  Accidents still happened though, that much anyone could agree upon, and while fights like this before a chosen Counselor rarely ended with someone ended up maimed or dead, it did still happen occasionally.  Things like that just happened was all, there was no rhyme or reason for it most times.  Whatever the case, Zerxel climbed the stairs, and wasn't all that surprised when they promptly disappeared from view, ensuring that she wouldn't be leaving the same way she'd gotten into the sandy pit and its outer edge that she soon saw was covered by a shadowy barrier of smoke and dark magic.<br/><br/>Yep, Malefactus wasn't holding anything back here in terms of setting a grand arena.  That and her opponent, Xara, as promised, was quick to step into the ring just behind her.  No surprise the haughty necromancer, face covered in war paint that she knew had magical properties of some kind from her days in training, stories got around about them all after all, snorted and made her comments known after Malefactus appeared on the edge of his arena and laid the rules out for them both.  Zerxel rolled her eyes as her 'sister' made it clear her intentions, and her belief that they'd be unstoppable together.  Except for one caveat, the rogue was no fool, and she wasn't about to make a deal with someone with their head so far up their ass as her.<strong>"You're going to have to try far harder of convincing me to do any such thing, Xara.  I'm not a fool, despite what you might think to the contrary.  I know what you are, an isolationist, one who would have our people stand alone against Pandora and her minions, yet history has told us the truth of our beliefs on such matters.  While you're hardly the only one, I plan to make it a point to humiliate you for such an attitude, to drive the point home we cannot stand on our own feet any longer.  How's that for a 'partnership'?  As for being your slave, I'd have to be brain dead to agree to that one sided deal."</strong>Zerxel spat in retort, making it clear there was not a chance in any lifetime that she'd ever ally herself with Xara.<br/><br/>Cracking her knuckles one at a time, by pushing her right hand into her left fist and vice versa, Zerxel took a barehanded stance as the eyebots were activated after she and Xara took up positions within the ring itself.  This was the moment then, and she had already put together a plan, her mind a whirl as she came up with many possibilities for how to take down her opponent.  So when Malefactus shouted for them to begin after stating the rules of their contest, Zerxel took off like a bolt of black lightning when they were given the signal to engage each other.  Zerxel had every intention of rolling through the sand, picking up a large handful of the stuff before springing to her feet just as quickly.  Once she was back on her feet and heading in a zig zag pattern through the arena, avoiding any of Xara's spellwork as she went if all went according to plan, she'd throw her handful of sand in the woman's face, blinding her, and giving her a much needed opening as she went.<br/><br/>And if all that worked as she hoped, she'd tackle Xara to the ground, her hand flying to the meeting between the Drow mage's legs.  From there, she'd latch her mouth firmly over the woman's right breast, and finger her relentlessly, curving her finger just so to push insistently against her G-spot and her thumb planted firmly against the hood of Xara's clit at the same time.  She was not about to waste time with her, or allow her a chance to get any spells off that might turn the tables between them for that matter.  Xara had been right about her abilities as a rogue, and she was about to find out the hard way that rogues fought dirty.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Vergil1989 rolled: 5d6<br/>Comment: Rogue Seducer<br/>Result: 4, 1, 4, 6, 5    Three successes, that's not bad.  ;D  Might still burn a vampire blood if I end up losing this first round though.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zerxel's stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cliches:<br/>Swordswoman  (3); Rogue  (3); Dark elf  (2); Seductress  (2); Mage (1)<br/>Willpower  (3); Purity  (3)<br/>Minimum lust  (3);  Current lust  (3)<br/><br/>Current items of note;<br/>Two uses of 'vampiric blood' (burn one to gain a +1d6 on any roll)<br/>Leather boots<br/>Two plain but sturdy scimitars<br/>Zerxel's Enchanted Lingerie<br/>Black leather boots that strap to below her knee<br/>Pale amethyst nipple rings of protection<br/>Two large blood oranges (These delicious and nutritious fruit count as a very filling meal and drink)<br/>Two small meals</div></div>