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[b]Thaum: Colosseum[/b]
[i]"When this is over,"[/i] Jeff flexed a little bit. Which Moira made no secret of admiring. [i]"Maybe I can take out for a drink?"[/i]

Moira's lips contorted into a wide grin. Oh hell yeah! This was a nice change, for her to be getting the attention instead of the other, younger members of the group. Especially from someone as muscular as this guy. She must have been his type. "Depends, you payin'?" she teased. He took it as a yes.

Once he had gone and pulled Lucien away to one side (probably to tell him that a name like the Blobfish Avengers is absolutely terrible in every way), Moira turned to her partner and nudged him in the ribs. He didn't react, he was far too busy fanboying at the screen which had appeared up in the air, doing that rapidfire gibberish thing again. So she thumped him.

"Ow!"

"Guess who scored a date?!" She thumbed to herself once, twice, smirking at the other members of the group while she was at it. "[i]This guy[/i]."

"Ah, congratulations-" Syed started, although despite his words he wasn't entirely sure what he thought about that. He never really enjoyed third wheeling. But before he could continue, Jeff was back. And he was talking business.

And Syed felt as though the whole world just dropped out from under him. No magic allowed? No magic allowed?! A look of horror settled on his features, and his hands started to tremble. It was one thing to be participating in a gods damned [i]bloodsport[/i], as disgusting as the thought was. This on top of that...! "Wait. Wait no I can't do this. I can't do this you know I can't fight without my magic-"

"Just stay behind me Sy," Moira shrugged, grabbing the back of his robe and shoving him towards the cage. "Don't be such a drama queen."

"No no no Moira seriously!" Syed continued to protest. He was a pure mage! He had no physical ability other than his fairly quick reaction times and the speed his tall and gangly frame naturally gave him. He had no strength. He had no proficency in any weapon whatsoever. He had no way of defending himself non-magically at all, let alone to attack. "I'll be killed in there!"

Nonetheless he was dragged down to the cage. To his doom. He shed his robe and cape, strapping on the alarmingly worn and battered light padded armour over his dark undershirt and trousers with shaking hands. He was going to die. He started getting flashbacks of the stupid training sessions his father would force upon him when he was a young teenager, as much of a monumental failiure that was. He was going to die. He had no idea what to arm himself with, and most of it was too heavy for him anyway. He was going to die.

Moira was similarly swapping her heavy steel armour for the more competition complient sets they had down here. She missed the familiar weight upon her body, but the adrenaline pumping through her body made up for it. Luckily, she was allowed to keep her sword on her, which she was very thankful for. She knew the feel and weight of this sword like nothing else.

Unlike her partner, she was very much looking forward to this. Whatever it could be, she had fought worse. She was sure this was nothing compared to the things she'd been through, even before many of those who stood beside her were born. Bring it on!

"Right, we're ready!" she called, slinging her huge greatsword over her shoulder like it weighed nothing. She didn't actually check if everyone [i]was[/i] ready, but whatever.

And as the door opened noisily, she readily stepped through as the head of the team. Syed stepped (and remained) behind her, pale and clammy from anxiety as he held a simple bat in his somewhat slippy grip. He was used to being in peril. He was used to facing people or creatures more powerful than him or more organised than him or with an elemental advantage. He wasn't however used to being quite so helpless. He finished his silent prayer, took a deep breath, then looked straight ahead, mentally preparing himself as much as he could. It was taking all his willpower to not just have a breakdown or something, but he had to concentrate.

A large smirk spread across Moira's face as she brought her greatsword before her. The various snarls which surrounded her only made her heart beat harder, her blood pump faster. Oh, she was going to enjoy this.

She flicked her thumb across her bottom lip, followed by a wink. "Come on then, if you think you're hard enough!"

And with that, she leapt forwards.