The drow accepted, but was asleep fairly quickly after Ivy began.<br/><br/>The next day dawned, so to speak, and the drow gathered up her two slaves, to bring them to the ceremonial fighting ring. A small crowd had gathered, despite the early hour, and Gausslyn was already there, a confident smile on her face. The shaman is present as well, and lays out the rules. Both combatants strip to the waist, and discard anything except their lower garments. The first one to leave the twenty-foot-wide circle loses; no drawing of blood, and no aiming to kill.<br/><br/>The two drow bow to each other, and face off, in readied stances. Gausslyn waited patiently, and eventually Ivy's mistress gave in to impatience, and launched an attack... or rather, a feint. Gausslyn contemptuously avoided it... and staggered backwards, as the drow landed a direct hit, into her dodge. She took a more steady stance, and this time launched the attack, which Ivy's mistress narrowly avoided, though her counterattack didn't have any effect.<br/><br/>The battle carried on for quite a while, neither one seeming to get an upper hand, though Gausslyn was clearly on the disadvantage; her smaller frame and apparently lower stamina weighing against her, until she managed to find an opening, and get Ivy's mistress down on the ground. The fight devolved into a grapple, at that point... which actually ended up<em>favoring</em>Ivy's side, as the stronger drow kept Gausslyn from using all of her fancy footwork.<br/><br/>Finally, the match came to an end, as Gausslyn was actually<em>pinned,</em>much to her incredible shock. "And now... to claim my prize," the winning drow said, as she proceeded to disrobe them both, one handed, twisting Gausslyn in the process to force her out of the circle; as soon as she crossed the line, despite her struggles, and was declared the loser, she cried out, first in rage at the defeat, then louder, as she was taken, quite roughly, from behind. By now, a fairly large crowd had assembled, since the fight had lasted for more than the normal minute or so, and there were cheers as her prize was claimed, the once-mighty leader, face down in the dirt, with a cock pounding her.