<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pWAKgQL.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/nCOMIVN.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vasha Hadun (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=312830.msg15173177#msg15173177)<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>2<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25<br/><strong>Current armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Stunts in play:</strong><br/><strong>Flaws in play:</strong><br/><strong>Directing damage at:</strong>Drow Priestess<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142043)<br/><hr/><br/>Vasha stood hugged around Kayla's arm as the voice gave them the run down of the arena, affectionately clinging to his new partner's side. This was his first time challenging one of the arenas, and he happy that he wouldn't have to do it alone. The female fighter was a proud and powerful warrior, and even with her armor as...<em>slimmed down</em>as it was, she still looked very imposing. Soon the doors would open and they'd take their first steps into the arena. The boy jumped a little when he heard the cheering, his gaze darting around to try and find the source. Eventually his eyes settled on the ceiling, and though he couldn't see through the blackness the sound came louder from above, so he managed to piece two and two together. Looking up to where he assumed the crowd would be he gave them a sweet smile and a little wave.<br/><br/>His head cocked to the side as he noticed the strange contraption jutting up from the floor, displaying itself rather proudly. The boy's noggin only craned further when the stone skinned dominatrix rose from her post to greet them. He rose a brow when she mentioned a safe word, and waved his arm to get her attention, "......." Vasha would point repeatedly to his open mouth, and then make a slash across his neck with his other hand. Obviously he'd have trouble using a safe word when he couldn't talk.<br/><br/>Of course it wouldn't be needed anyways, seeing how he had no plans on surrendering anyways. Looking to Kayla with a determined nod Vasha would take a few steps back, slipping behind the larger, sturdier woman. He wasn't cowering however, and instead drew out his enchanted flute dagger, bring the arcane instrument to his supple lips and giving a soft blow. A soft, exotically foreign melody would ring out from the flute, along with swirling wisps of scentless smoke. The dark haze would pull itself tightly together, building and condensing and taking on a humanoid shape, becoming more detailed and distinct by the moment, until finally it took the form of an armored spirit, it's swirling flesh made of smoke and black fire.<br/><br/>Giving another knowing nod to his companion the boy would blow a sharper note, causing the summoned spirit to fly forward, fast as a wild fire, aiming to land the first blow as it threw a fiery fist as the femme fatale.<br/>