Open for Adventure... and Companionship [Cade + Lyalya]

[Lyalya]

The Blood Pits, now that was exciting. She had been there a few times to watch the fights, they were violently to the death. Never had she fought herself, she had never had a reason too. Lyalya wanted to impress Cade, in fact she wanted to do quite a few things to him, impressing him only being the foremost one at the moment. It would be one of the most thrilling things to happen to her in a while. In her mind she didn't worry about dying, she simply would not let that happen. Especially with this manly barbarian close by.

Her face tingled where his finger's had touched her cheek, her eyes still locked with his. Cade's hands were warm and for a moment, she wondered what they would feel like on her back, her hips. But she stopped herself there, she had blood to spill.

Lyalya stood, her body coming up inches from Cade's. The proximity of him made her tense deep inside. She smiled, her eyes intensly holding his, "I would absolutely love to."

He looked pleased, his face excited. His mind surely danced about the idea of her covered in sweat, mud, and blood. Her muscles would be tense, showing him the, almost, full capabilities of her body. They payed and left the makeshift pub, stopping first where her tent was pitched. There, Lyalya changed out of her dress and into tight leggings and light leather armor.

"Lead the way," Lyalya smiled up at Cade as they set off for the blood pits. Her lips were turned up slightly and her brilliant blue eyes sparkled.

[Cade]

The barbarian escorted his beautiful date to the blood pits, a place of raw violence a true look at what sunberth was all about. The finest people one could meet would be here betting on the life and death of those fighting in the pits, either they be debtors, slaves or thrill seakers such as Cade and Lyalya. He lead the way into the mines cutting through the cheering crowd that was watching the blood show below.

It was a quick fight, two slaves of not much battle experience went toe to toe, sword clashing and fists connecting. The surivivor landed a quick stab, peircing his opponents chest and lungs, giving him a slow death on the blood caked sands of the mine pit, the true reason this was called the blood pits.

One of Dastana's men noticed Cade and quickly made ground towards him. He had a sinister smile upon his face, the barbarian knew exactly what he wanted and was going to deliver. " Barbarian, you fighting today?" Said the man " We haven't seen you around for awhile, we were wondering if you become soft?"

"Been busy Jori" Cade growled making heed to the wolve's comment and daring him to insult again. " I will be fighting a match today, but after my lovely date has a match of her own" He ordered, giving Lyalya a jovial look with his ocean blue svefran blue eyes.

"You got it Cade" Jori was pleased, bouncing back towards the pit to set the match up.

Cade then turned to Lyalya, his jovial look now more stern and serious " These matches are to the death, this is your chance to back down and leave such thoughts of joining my mercenaries behind you?" It was a offer most sane people would take. But the blood lust Cade could taste off air and aura radiating from the young beauty gave Cade his answer before she could.

If she accepted, her match was to be next, against a female benshira slave sporting a short sword. She stood at 5'5'' and looked underfed. The scars on her body was evident that she had a few brushes with death either with in the pits or where blades were at play. The dark skin woman waited for the svefran beauty to enter the pits.

[Lyalya]

Lyalya looked at the benshira woman waiting for her in the pit. At first, she was a little disappointed. Her gauntlet would reach further than the woman's short sword, Lyalya was roughly 3 inches taller, and the woman looked half starved. But, on further inspection, she picked up on the scars lacing her body. This benshira was not a stranger to these pits, she killed before. The dark haired woman, her hair braided down her back, seemed to be sizing Lyalya up as well. When their eyes matched, the benshira's icy blue eyes seemed to scream at her. They were determined, bloodthirsty, and just as stubborn as Lyalya was. This would likely be an even match.

The blonde beauty looked up to Cade who was waiting for her answer. With a smirk, she nodded and took her first step towards the pit. For some, the walk was like screaming doom, for other an impending slaughter. But for Lyalya, it an opportunity to truly live and prove to herself, and Cade, that she was capable.

Blade resting on the dirt floor, stained with blood, Lyalya stared the benshira slave down. She was use to intimidating anyone from thugs to Zith. But this woman had nothing to lose but her life, and it showed. When the battle began they raised their swords.

Not missing a beat, the Benshira charged, her sword swinging down from its perch on her shoulder. Lyalya swung her own blade up and they collided in a clash of metal. The slave woman kept coming at her, swing after swing Lyalya dodged, catching the blade with her own. People were beginning to cheer for their champion as neither girl won any ground. But Lyalya pushed them all out, leaving only her and the benshira woman.

With a grunt the woman raised her sword back high above her head, intent on smashing Lyalya's skill. But she was quicker and rushed forward becoming too close for the attack. But Lyalya only had the change to scrap into the woman's side before she brought the hilt of the sword down on the blond warriors forehead. They both fell back. As Lyalya raised herself, she could feel blood dripping down the side of her face, but her eyes stayed on the woman, now touching her side.

It was a chance, the first one she had been given. Lyalya let out a battle cry and swung her sword. The woman deflected the blow but as Lyalya's body turned and twisted, as elegant as any dance if you could ignore the blood, the woman began to back up. A few times they tumbled, dirt catching onto their clothing and exposed skin, rubbing their dripping blood in. Small cuts and gashes scattered over their bodies but neither had been able to nail that deadly blow. Both women were sweating and breathing hard, putting in quite the show for the noisy crowd.

Lyalya had her back against the wall as the benshira went to slice her again. With a kick square to the chest, the woman was sent back. But she returned, short sword raised high. Her voice screamed with every bit of instinct she had, the woman wanted to live. But Lyalya brought her sword to her side and as the woman began to swing, she thrust the blade into the opening the woman had created, and spun to the side. The sword hit the ground with a thud, the woman falling to her knees, a cry escaping her lips.

For a moment the crowd fell silent, waiting. The kneeling woman looked into Lyalya's eyes as blood dampened her torso. She was as good as dead, the blow taking her life slowly. With every bit of strength the woman had left, the benshira grabbed her sword and sprung towards Lyalya, hoping to take her with her. The crowd gasped, thinking there may be no victor. The time ticked by slowly, everything in slow motion. But Lyalya had expected this and blade swung, moving nearly motionlessly through the time-stilled air. She screamed, her muscles straining and she put all her energy into it. The blade swiped into the benshira's neck, killing her on impact.

Lyalya, turned, not needing to watch the womans head and body fall. Her face was dark and intense as she stared at the crowd in front of her, looking very much like the warrior she was. She raised her fist into the air and they roared.

[Cade]

The barbarian enjoyed the sport of blood so much that he would not just be a patron of the audience but he was a participant in the martial carnage. Right now, he was a member of the audience watching his date risk her life to impress him and show off what she has to offer the Crimson edge. From what the half blood myrian could see, he was impressed and he was one of the loudest cheering upon her success. The match was over and the unfortunate benshira or fortunate was decapitated by her merciless blow and such a sight engulfed the brute with a new found lust for this blood thirsty svefran.

"Come Lyalya!" Cade waved for the warrioress to approach him. The barbarian wanted to reward her proper for her courage and skill.

[Lyalya]

"Come Lyalya!" She turned, the crowd swirling until it focused in on the barbarian. She had almost forgotten he was here. Her eyes locked with his, the deep blue Svefra eyes that they shared. The crowd was still loud and congratulatory, but they now began to place their bets and voice their opinions on the next match. But all the same, as she left the blood-stained pit, her back was patted and her hand shook. She pushed them away, smile apologetically and made her way to Cade.

She stood in front of him, her stance powerful as if to say yes, I've proved mysef. Lyalya gave him one of her signature smirks as he looked down at her. Hair a mess, legs smeared with blood and dirt, and her skin cut here and there, oozing bits of blood that she ignored. Her face was not picture-perfect as it was this morning, now, she looked like a warrior after battle.

"Cade," she nodded, loving the way he was looking at her.

[Cade]

The barbarian watched as the battle ridden girl moved towards him, here blue eyes looking for approval of the mighty man. Cade was pleased at what he witnessed and new he would be lucky to have such a deadly beauty at his side. She had closed the gap, standing before him now, looking deep into his gaze as Cade towered over her, the mountain of a man stepped forward, their bodies only two fingers width apart while his meat hooks lightly grasped the back of her head. His right hand took mantle upon her hip as his own face closed in on hers. He could feel her breath upon his lips before they were one. The half blood myrian pulled her body in tight to his, letting the passion and lust control his every move, hand keeping pressure upon her head to keep the aggressive kiss locked and tightly pressed.

After he had given his reward, the savage let his grip slack enough to allow her to escape if she did not like such attention from him though Cade didn't doubt his read on her. He felt a sexual tension back at the bar and it was not just him panting for her for he could see her eyes rest upon him with want.

" Do you approve of your reward?" His gruff deep toned voice soothingly rumbled to her ears.

[Lyalya]

As Lyalya felt the man pull away, it was as if a film of bliss had shattered. On one hand, it was a disappointment, and she could feel herself frown. But on the other, she felt the tension building up inside of her. She did not move away, not an inch. As if just realizing where she was, the pretty blonde smiled, remembering they were still in fact amongst many people, and not alone as she had momentarily thought.

"It was... adequate," she teased, extending onto her tip toes as to bring her breath to his neck as she made her response over the roaring crowd. Her eyes trailed along the muscles that poured down his neck and expanded into rock hard masses on his chest and arms. She just wanted to touch them. "I think it would benefit you if I showed you a real reward."

Lyalya stepped back and out of his grasp as she winked. He could come to her. As arms and bodies blocked portions of the light, shadows danced across her curves and tempting smile. She looked dangerous and wild with the blood and dirt smeared on her body.