The crowd notices what she doesn't and shouts for her, on their feet. She is new... exciting... and they want to see more of her. The Announcer grinned, though she couldn't see that, his purpose accomplished. Even if she was fresh meat, she had a nice body, and naturally appealed to the crowd. Who knows, she might go far.<br/><br/>"Without further ado though... her opponents for this match! The Gurt brothers!"<br/><br/>The crowd shouting for her gave a happy cry. The Gurt brothers were good. Four Orcs, shipped from the wild lands to the east. They wielded nettle whips from their homelands. The poison was harmless to males, allowing them to handle the whips without annoyance... but in women it raised a towering arousal. The four wore no armor, nothing concealing them but filthy loincloths of dark fur. They were big, dwarfing Tashia, their stance hardened and ready.<br/><br/>"ANNNNNNNNNNNND... FIGHT!"<br/><br/>(Tashia wins the initiative. There are two zones. Her side of the Arena, and theirs. No aspects on either of them.)