<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ptDFgXk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kayla (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=312830.msg15158009#msg15158009)<br/><strong>Match No:</strong>2<br/><strong>HP:</strong>50<br/><strong>Current armor:</strong>1<br/><br/><strong>Stunts in play:</strong>Legendary Armour, Defensive Stance<br/><strong>Flaws in play:</strong><br/><strong>Directing damage at:</strong>Drow Priestess<br/><strong>Damage roll:</strong>1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142045)<br/><hr/><br/>Having Vasha hanging off of her arm was surprisingly... nice. In fact, from the way he touched her to watching his lithe form gracefully move around, being near him constantly seemed to make Kayla's armour tease her, so that, even despite her best efforts at self control, she was still full of a pleasing warmth by the time that they arrived at the arena. And then, with the rising cheers, came the knowledge that the fight was upon her. This and the fact that Vashe had thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately, left her side afforded her the effort she needed to regain her balance.<br/><br/>"Drow," Kayla said coolly as she took out her sword, easily flowing into her well practiced stance. Vasha had moved behind her, making it clear what role he expected her to play. One that she was quite well suited for. "A safeword, you say? I look forward to hear it again from your lips, when you choose to surrender." Behind her, the beautiful tones of Vasha's flute. She had heard of this, bards empowering their companions though their music. Was he one of those, she wondered. But no, Vasha was obviously not that type of bard, if bard he even was, as was made clear by the dark shape streaking past her and landing a powerful blow on the drow. Kayla tried to follow up with her own, but she missed her timing, so that she didn't manage to even touch the drow with her blade being forced to retreat to a safer distance.