A Chance Meeting (MadEmperor)

[Saber]

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.

[MadEmperor]

Ghorza attempted to lock her arms around Meeta's neck for a sleeper hold. Though from the bloodlust in her eyes, it might not end there.

[Saber]

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.

[MadEmperor]

Ghorza put her superior strength to work, trying to force Meeta toward the edge of the stone platform. There was a copious amount of cheering for both of them, especially from the men.

[Saber]

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.

[MadEmperor]

Ghorza grinned viciously. She hoisted her opponent into the air bent back, driving the human towards the ground.

[Saber]

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

[MadEmperor]

Ghorza righted herself and turned. With a war cry, he drove her foot down towards Meeta's head. The Essryni rolled just in time to avoid the strike, but the orc was already reaching down to grab her.

[Saber]

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.

[MadEmperor]

Ghorza staggered back with each blow, making her off-balance when the kick hit her in the side of the head. She was sent sliding closer to the edge. Disoriented, she rolled onto her stomach and tried to push herself up.

[Saber]

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.

[MadEmperor]

Ghorza got to her feet just in time to mutter, "Again?!" before the kick connected. Ghorza was knocked over the edge, where she collapsed in a heap.

Thrax bounded onto the platform and raised her arm. "Winner, Meeta!" The crowd cheered and whistled, very entertained.

"Did you really have to do her like that?" he asked her quietly, chuckling. 

[Saber]

"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.

[MadEmperor]

After the next fight was over, Thrax returned to the ring to congratulate the winner. Then, he announced, "And now, the final bout of the round!"

He motioned to a pair of goblins entering the ring, to more jeers than cheers. "In this corner, challenging yours truly... Vrizz and Vrazz, The Terror Twins!"

Walking to his spot, he raised his arm. He brought it down with a chop, shouting, "Fight!"

The gnoll took a fighting stance, keeping his eyes on the pair. They had made it this far, so he couldn't afford to underestimate them simply because he had the size advantage. This would be tricky.