[@Ciaran]

"Then go face your death somewhere else! This sand wasn't meant to be stained by your blood, cockslapper! HMPH! I've had enough of this horseshit! Damned if I'll murder some loony gooch clinger in front of a thousand adoring FANS."

[i]Kull abruptly let her go and backed away for several feet before turning his back on her to stride away. She might've been able to chuck something pointy at him, but few fighters put effort into learning to throw swords with any semblance of skill. Any warrior worth their salt either had weapons that were meant to be thrown, or none at all. He barked an order at the guards stationed by the gates as he made his way towards the stands.[/i]

"Escort that urine crumpet to the med ward and patch her up just enough for her trip home. In the name of sweet, sweet DONKEY SEX, BRING ME SOME WINE! Slaying is such f*cking thirsty work!"