Dymian gave a slight smile at Kat's enthusiasm. He bowed to her, the sun giving his skin a faint green glimmer.<strong>"No, we wouldn't want to injure each other before hitting land. Do you think you could hold your blows, and I'll do the same? We'll use the entirety of the above deck as our boundary. If you fall into the water or go below decks, you forfeit the match."</strong>Dymian said as he stepped back from Kat, about twenty feet away.<br/><br/><strong>"The goal is to force the other to yield. And, of course, anything the crew puts into the pot, split among the winner and those who bet on them."</strong>He dropped into an eased stance, bringing his arms up. The maenad had his hands open as if holding a blade, but there was nothing there at the moment.