With lumbering steps, muscles glistening with water Dolbo and Drub begin moving forward faster.  As predicted, the merrow aren't terribly quick on land, their steps slapping wetly on the stone of the bridge as they make their way forward.  Then with a whiff of air, Drub takes a knife in the chest.  He pauses for a moment, looking down at it, then collapses backward.  For a bare second, Dolbo stares down at his twin, then rage appears on his face, fins about his head flicking back against his neck.  "I'll be squeezing a lot of entertainment out of you, landling," he snarls out as he charges forward with quarterstaff in hand, swinging in wide arcs to push the interlopers into the water.<br/><br/>A snort of laughter comes from the net-wielding female as she quirks her head to the side at Ushie, "There, there, you'll get used to it. I'll keep you in a nice little cove, feed you lots of fish, and take good care of you."  With that, she whips the net forward, flicking the stones between them, spinning and working it in the air.  Her eyes squint as the gladiator takes on a combat form and she herself adopts one, slightly looser, more languid than the orc's.  In a swirl of netting, she begins to lash out, flicking it forward, tempting a move from her, then begins to advance.  Her combat style is slightly foreign to the pit fighter, though certain nets are nothing new.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>