For a few heartbeats, no one stepped forwards. Young men shoved each other gently, urging friends on, but none dared enter the ring themselves. Until suddenly, one moved.

He came from outside the ring, quietly entering the crowd and triggering a wave of excited murmurs as he pushed through and emerged on the other side. [i]Who's that kid? Doesn't look like he's from one of the gangs- Holy shit, is that a [/i]sword?[i] Dude must have a grudge if he's bringing shit like that into the ring... Hey, hey, place your bets![/i]

The tall woman simply stared back at him, completely unfazed by the presence of a deadly weapon. A wolfish smile slowly spread across her features, and she threw her arms open, roaring with pleasure.

"HAH! Whatever you want, friend! Maybe with sword, you will not break so fast."

Unlikely that would actually be the case. Her blood was already pumping, a pulse of raw fire, eager to let loose. There would be no holding back for Tekla.

She started forwards. Long, confident strides, quickly closing the distance without committing to a charge. Her arms were up around chest level, hands loose and relaxed, her torso leaning just slightly forwards and her shadow stretching out before her. She advanced on him like a boulder rolling downhill, showing no signs of slowing down until she'd crushed him beneath her feet.