The girls were roaming about exploring when their names were called. Suddenly, hand in hand, they experienced weightlessness ad te sensation of moving, before hearing their godess whisper "good luck my darlings. I shall be watching you." Moments later, their feet were upon solid earth once more, and they themselves were in the arena. What bad luck! They were hoping ANYBODY would go before them. Oh well, they had practically signed up for this.

[i]"THEY WILL FIGHT ME ONE AFTER THE OTHER. I WILL LET THEM DECIDE AMONGST THEMSELVES WHO WILL DIE FIRST."[/i]

"no my vsegda rabotayem vmeste" (but we always work together!) Sol said in protest to the man's request to fight one at a time. Her sister Priroda however, did not seem much to protest. She bravely stepped before her sister, and gave her a hug. Priroda had the more assertive personality, and was always willing for these sorts of challenges.

"Sestra , day mne svoi privetstviya . plokho budet khorosho" (sister, give me your cheers, il be fine.) Priroda stated as she pulled her hammer from its clip off her hip. It had a 3 ft long handle, with a 35 lb brass cylinder at the end, and a few engravings, depicting words of apreciation, placed upon the handle, above the grips. Priroda's pink hair was loose behind her, and her sister called out...

"VASH! VASH!" (Your hair! Your hair!) sol called. Priroda smiled in thanks and tied it up with a blue ribbon before turning to meet the man she would be fighting. "ya ne ub'yu tebya." (I will not Kill you.) she started. "eto ne moy put' ." (It is not my way.) there was a momentary pause, as she rested the end of the hammer upon the floor. "Vmesto etogo vy budete sdavat'sya" (instead, i want you to surrender.) she said in a serious tone. Then she let loose a giggle and cocked her head to the side. "kogda u vas bylo dostatochno , chto yavlyayetsya!"(when you've had enough that is!) afterwards, she seemed ready for battle.