"Well she would've broken me in two if she had her way. What I did is mercy in comparison." She whispered back before watching a number of orcs help Ghorza up. Defiantly she called out.

"If that still not enough beating for you Fang Face I'll be around. Ring or not!"

Nodding at Thrax the Essnyri made her way off the platform silently wishing him good luck.

That question probably wasn't the best one to ask. Meeta fought to remain calm. Despite the fact Melly hadn't threatened her yet the former slave didn't want to take chances.

Legs getting sore Meeta kept her hands while slowly heading over to a stone to sit down on. Seeing the dragon's expression she couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

"Um...sorry about that. Well you do have quite the spacious place here and island is beautiful. I wager it's must be wonderful sight below when you fly around."

"You're a...librarian." Meeta said with blinking eyes. The reptilian was quite tall and appeared strong. She was confused by the whole avatar business but choose not to ask about it. Instead she maintained her defense stance while answering Khelena.

"I'm Meeta of Essryn. Adventurer and pit fighter."

Seeing her opponent down like that Meeta wiped the blood off her lips. She was tempted to kick the Orc right off the stage but the former slave stopped herself.

No I want to make sure everyone knows who the victor is.

Stepping back a few more feet Meeta waited for Ghorza to stand before the human charged. Leaping in the air she threw both feet in a two legged kick toward her opponent's head.

She cried out when gripped by the hair. Just as she was pulled up however, Meeta fired back with a sudden knee at Ghorza's face. Once freed Meeta let out her own war cry unleashing three punch, one elbow strike comb before leaping with a spinning heel kick.

With a crash she hit the platform grunting in immense pain. Gritting her teeth Essryni rolled to her side trying to recover.

Meeta sighed and nodded. "Well in all honesty this was the first job I did with them and it is certainly the last one. I mostly journey around alone anyway."

Hoping to find a way to keep the dragon calm as possible she decided to change the subject. Clearing her throat Meeta asked.

"So are you the only dragon in these parts?"

Alarmed at their direction Meeta struggled in vain to stop it but they came closer and closer to the edge. Desperately she slammed her left knee repeatedly into Ghorza's gut to throw off her focus before redirecting them back to the center of the platform. Yet as they did so Meeta's arms finally gave way as Ghorza took control.

Meeta countered by wrapping her arms with Ghorza's before that could happen. She glared defiantly back at the orc. Soon they were both up on their feet wrestling back and forth.

The young human just turned back to outside the cave her eyes looked up saw the reptilian. Just as she was being greeted Meeta let out a gasp and fell back. Alarmed she rolled around and drew her dual blades and gotten into a defensive stance.

"Who are you?!" Demanded Meeta whose heart pounded like a drum from the utter shock just moments ago.

Incensed at what she just heard Meeta suddenly spin both legs to the back of the orc's feet to knock her down. Once that happened she jumped on Ghorza and they began to roll around as Meeta wrestled with her.

"How did I end up here?" Meeta murmured as she pushed her way through the foliage.

Last night the former slave was sleeping at an inn back in Essryn then this morning she woke up in this jungle. In all she suspected it was magic or the gods.

Whatever the case it be Meeta knew for certain she was lost. Birds chirps above while monkeys howled in the distance. Sighing Meeta kept going until finding a cave. Cautiously she drew her short blades edging closer until she concluded it was empty. Subsequently Meeta sat down and sighed again, shaking her head.

Evading the first three punches Meeta attempted a counter but suddenly she was knee in the gut. Grunting she was swiftly hit in the right eye. Feeling like a hammer just hit her Meeta flew back meters away on the platform. Wincing she struggled to get up.

The former slave pondered on that question briefly. Then looking back at the dragon she answered.

"Yes adventure is my main goal in life. Sure having some gold is nice and all but I'm not going steal anything from you to do so."

Gasping Meeta staggered back before firing a right uppercut toward the orc's jaw.

"Bring it on fang face!" Meeta fired back in her combat stance. Circling for a few moments she attempted a few jabs to test the orc's reaction.

The troll with his jaw dropped due to being turned completely shocked at what happened. Gritting his teeth he got up and roared and was about to charge back inside when a blue magic spell struck him. Groaning and eyes closing Rogar fell asleep and dropped sideways with a massive thud.

Several orcs rushed over and with difficulty dragged him away. As for Meeta who had watched the whole thing remarked to herself.

"This is definitely a trickster."

The mighty fists swiftly came down. The edge shattered upon impact and Rogar with grunt of shock fell off the platform.

The bite marks wrought by Thrax were evident to Rogar. Snarling at the challenge the troll suddenly slammed his right then left feet, shaking the very platform. With that he charged before leaping with both fists raised over his head, preparing hammer them upon his smug opponent.

Meeta didn't know if she should feel relief or dread despite Melly's 'reassurance'. The former slave gulped down fear nodding.

"I totally understand. It would be suicidal for me in all honesty. No gold is worth more than my desire to live my life as I see it."

Pausing Meeta was surprised at herself for confessing such a detail. Well being a possibly life or death situation might tend to do that.