Belrigger turned his nose up at Mie in what could only be considered an act of disapproval. A man of his status did not need nor want companionship from a worker, believing it would stain themselves more than anything.

Laying a heavy hand on her shoulder he guided the woman away from his personage with dignity for both of them. Above all else, Belrigger could be trusted never to use force on a lady.

[color=f7941d]“Leave us.”[/color] He whispered, moving forward to the now open end of the arena. Down below, Anyon and the 3rd ranked champion were taking their positions.

Clearing his throat, his voice rang loud across the vast cavern and drew all eyes. Mirt stood imperiously beside the other man like a statue.

[color=f7941d]“Patrons! A challenger comes as always looking to rob poor old Belrigger of his coin.”[/color] the crowd, most familiar with the showmanship, gave a jeer Anyons way. [color=f7941d]“Alas, my pride as the proprietor of these grounds demands the challenge be met with suitable ferocity.”[/color] to this the crowd cheered. [color=f7941d]“You know him well. I give you my sword bearer, Gaermin! Third of my roster!”
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The roar of applause was deafening. All around them patrons were exploding with cheer as they banged tankards on tables and chairs as the name elicited a tremendous show of respect and recognition.

Waving them down until he could speak, Belrigger turned to the diminutive Anyon standing in the sandpit below and began to announce the challenger.

[color=slategray]"Tsk~"[/color] Mie clicked her tongue. Well, it wouldn't be fun if this job was easy. The fox let herself be led away, showing no initial resistance to the denial. What she wasn't happy was though, that he seemed to think her a common worker. Now that, that wouldn't do at all. Walking back over to Belrigger as he introduced the fighter, Mie grabbed a loaf of bread from a nearby table. She had to make a scene here, and if her previous one wasn't quite enthralling enough, she just needed to do something a bit more audacious.

With a silent step, Mie approached Belrigger from behind, only to twirl around to his front just as he began speaking again, shoving the piece of bread in his mouth just as he opened it.

[color=slategray]"Would you shut up already? Your voice sound like a drunk wolf trying to mate with a feline."[/color] She twirled around, hopping back up onto a nearby table before kicking him right in the face and likely sending him tumbling to the floor. [color=slategray]"Let this little fox show you how to make a scene."[/color]

[color=slategray]"Heyo everyone! I'd apologize for the interruption, but I think we can all agree that my voice is ten times better than that crotchety old man by the name of Belrigger."[/color] She laughed lightly, her voice carrying well across the arena despite her smaller size. [color=slategray]"So no, I'm not sorry as you get to hear my ever so sultry tones. So lets try this again! You all know Gaermin! Big strong - and incredibly sexy man if I do say so myself, heh - he don't need much more of an introduction. So who has the balls, the audacity, the moxie to stand against one of the arena's best?"[/color]

A pause.

[color=slategray]"Introducing, Anyon! Seriously what kind of name as that - fuck if I know - and what claims to fame she might have? No idea! She certainly isn't winning any beauty awards unlike yours truly. Any fighting accomplishments? Psssht, nah. The only thing this foreigner has to her name is the record of falling over and not being able to get up."[/color] Regardless of how the crowd was reacting, Mie continued. [color=slategray]"And yet here she has the audacity to challenge the Arena's best! Boy this oldie has some nerve! Gotta give her credit for that at least, heh! We all know how this is gonna end folks!"[/color]

Coughing and sputtering, the arena Lord pounded at his chest with a heavy fist as the sudden gluten assault clogged his mouth. Belrigger was a strong man, stronger than most, with his own honed battle senses but this had been the height of disrespect from his own staff. Something he had never thought to anticipate. With a growl as Mie finished her rousing speech (much to the applause of the patrons), Belrigger at last dislodged the hefty slice of bread and spat the mouthful to the ground. 
Rage filled his seething visage.

A roar and he charged, a sweeping grasp that swooped up the talkative fox in his arms as he brought her high above him to rest on his ample shoulders as he bellowed with anger turned to mirth, joyously heaving his chest in a laughter that took him fully under its spell. 

[color=f7941d]“The fox has fangs! GIVE IT UP FOR ANYON!”[/color]

Hoisting the girl was effortless, her struggle would only result in a tightening of his herculean grip about her thighs. If the bloody woman wanted the spotlight and the attention of those snobs in the vip area so badly then she would have it. 
Sweeping his hand, all eyes not focused on the womans skirt fell to the arena floor where both combatants had begun to circle. 

The first swing was enough to draw all eyes to the spectacle, leaving Belrigger and his new friend to relative peace. Mirt had given his full attention to standing as tall as possible as they presided over the fight.

Belriggers whisper was filtered through gritted teeth as he spoke for Mies ears only. [color=f7941d]“Pull that stunt again and I’ll have YOU down in the pit. Or worse.”[/color] Craning his neck, Belriggers stare took in Elque with an alarming calm. [color=f7941d]“Maybe someone else should take your place.”[/color] 

The next event would be interesting indeed.