<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wiyKLct.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Freya Black<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25/25<strong>Attack:</strong>d8<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Stone dagger, lantern<br/><strong>Active Stunts:</strong><em></em><br/><hr/><br/>Freya subtly winced as she stepped out into the arena. Not due to the imposing scope and scale of the arena, but because of the noise. The cheers and jeers of the crowd slammed down on her like an ocean wave, it was easily her least favorite part of the whole experience. Doing her best to tune them out, the bare chested wildling took carefully stock of her surroundings. Unlike some others the foliage did not intimidate her. After the terrain of her homeland wasn't so different from this, if anything it may give her an advantage.<br/><br/>Another harsh boom of sound hits her ears, and Freya turns her attention upwards to catch the source. Cheri was it? Something like that. She cocked her head to the side when the elf called out, demanding an explanation for her presence, as if she hadn't properly signed up to be here.<br/><br/>"...For what would you trespass upon these sacred wood?"<br/><br/>"Hmm, money I guess..." came her almost comically blunt and straight forward answer. It was, after all, why anyone participated in the arena right? Whatever the Lady's response to her simple answer would be, Freya would casually turn her back to both her and the audience and make her way over to one of the smaller stone pillars. With a tight tense of her arm she would jab her hand, fingers pointed out, into the stone. But instead jamming her fingers and injuring her hand, as most would assume would happen, she actually pierced the pillar, and with a grunt of effort managed to pry a hunk of stone right out of it. Using her nails she would chip away at the rock, completely ignoring her spectators as she focused on her work, until she had achieved the general shape of a serrated dagger.<br/><br/>Satisfied with her newly crafted weapon, Freya would toss it up into the air a few times before catching it in a reverse grip. And so she stood ready to fight, going into the battle with but three items: the stone knife, the cloth cloaked around her waist, and the ornate lantern looped around her elbow, "Well mint leaf" she finally spoke again, addressing the green skinned elf, "I've explained my trespassing...what do you plan to do about it?" she asked, sliding a foot back and sinking low into a defensive stance, sharp eyes sweeping across the arena, anticipating a foe to appear.