<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/I94239S.jpg)</div><strong>Round</strong>: 1<br/><strong>Current Match</strong>Freya v Women of Wild<br/><strong>Threshold</strong>: 15<strong>Attack</strong>: d6<br/><strong>Audience Disposition</strong>: +0<em>cock-blocked</em><br/><strong>Active Stunts</strong>:<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>5 damage (ouch) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141511)<br/><hr/>With the roar still on her lips, the centaur charges straight for Freya. She pulls back her scythe and swings it forward only to find the lantern's fire engulfing her. A gasp of surprise and rage escapes her lips as her arm pulls up to attempt to shield herself from the strike.  Flames surround her and she stumbles for a moment, nearly losing her balance as she sprints. Her clothes, clearly designed with the arena in mind, burn to ash in moments to the roared applause of the crowd.<br/><br/>Then Freya does something incomprehensible in this wonderful sex stadium. She ducks into the tightest, darkest areas of the undergrowth. Shouts go from appreciation to jeers in moments, the crowd instantly turning on her.  The voice of Lady Cherish comes quickly over the elevated audio devices, "Aah, nothing to be worried about, my dear lovely pets, you'll still see every moment, every bit of the action!  Just...  Yes, cast it."  All through the arena lights are suddenly projected into the sky, Freya's near naked form appearing in giant hologram above everything. The view will do little to help the centaur to actually get a good bead on her, but at least the crowd to oggle her in giant form.<br/><br/>After a moment of shaking off flames, the centaur blows air out of her nose in fury and turns to the woods. "I had planned simply to knock you out, little human. Now I'll have to have my taste as well." She strokes her hands along her sides and down her waist for the audience before pawing at the ground in a manner that shows the enormous monstrosity of her centaur cock. The hooves begin again, the trees surrounding Freya making it difficult for a moment to get her bearings.<br/><br/>Then there's a pull at her ankle, a whip of vine suddenly snapping around her leg. The voice of Lady Cherish murmers in her mind, hidden from the audience, "You've made the crowd rather irritated... I'm afraid I can't let that happen, though you know how much I respect you, Ms. Black. I hope you won't take it personally."  The vine pulls and Freya is dragged backwards as exploding through the underbrush comes the centaur, huge hooves kicking at Freya before she bucks upright showing Freya and the crowd the massive member that the wild woman is threatened with.