Ari gave Xhol a big grin, crossing her eyes at him.   "Pay for what, Xhol?  And really, shouldn't you be paying attention to the coming battle instead of playing with Piggly?"<br/><br/>Turning her attention to Gara, she nodded, thinking it sounded like a sensible, if not completely stylish plan.  No matter what the T'skrangs skills there<em>were</em>five of them... six if you counted the boar, and really, she was pretty sure most of them were quicker then the old troubador.  Then again, watching him fence thin air, she wondered if perhaps he might best them unless they got extremely lucky.  Maybe brute force wasn't such a good idea here...<br/><br/>Looking around at the crowd, she wondered how many of them were hoping that he gave them a good beating.  Well, she for one wasn't going to give them the pleasure of laughing at either her or her friends.  No one said that they had to stick to 'swords' after all.  Kneeling, she scooped up a clump of muddy earth, narrowed her eyes, and sent it flying at the troubadours face... it wouldn't hurt, but she'd bet her left pinky toe that it would be hard to see with mud in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Get him!" she cried out, reaching for more mud before the first had even struck the old T'skrang.