<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div>Althea Bellamont (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OZ4JZc8dUtsDDzvje7cu4iKLXCccyiYPLcGb0D9RO2M/edit)<br/><br/>Just as with Lia, Althea's exuberant expression fades, to be replaces with a serious frown.  "Looks like that was just a warm-up."  She murmurs to her friend in a low undertone.  Was this to be their captor's plan, then?  Release stronger and stronger foes from the opposite gate, until the royal pair fell beneath their weapons?  Or were these two the last, with freedom, or at least reprieve, to be granted after they were dispatched.<br/><br/>There was only one way to find out.  They would either be victorious, or she would, at least, do her station proud.  Althea, too, levels her rapier towards the new foes, her green eyes flashing, her expression grimly determined.  "Come on, then!  Let me show you what a princess of the realm can do!"  She calls to them, her voice carrying across the arena ground.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 16/29<br/>AC: 16<br/>Panache: 4/7</div></div>