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[Irriari]

40th Day of Summer, 513 AV:: Just Before Sundown

Irriari gazed at the outer edges of the Pit with interest. She had stumbled upon the park a few days ago, but her search for a healing kit had kept from watching a fight. The pit master, Malfus, has taken a few chimes to explain the fighting system of the Pit. She had thanked him and continued on her business with a promise to return in a few days.

A half bell remained before the fight would officially begin, and many citizens were already filling the stands and gossiping about the odds over mugs of ale. Malfus stood at the edge of the Pit, his eyes surveying the crowd and the sandy surface of the fighting ring. While she had been hoping for a better view of the action, the bleachers were designed for humans, and the zith knew that her wings could easily be crushed by drunken human passerby. Malfus had assured her that the stands would be crowded to bursting for the sundown fight. With this information, she had decided that it would be best to loiter around the edges of the park until the fight started.

The concession stand was mostly empty for the first time in a half bell. When it was her turn to order, she paid the grizzled serving man three silver mizas for a large chunk of meat. Irriari clutched the oddly shaped piece of meat in one fist as she made her way back to the fringes of the park. Satisfied with purchase and location, the zith opened her wings enough to allow the breeze to travel through the skin that had begun sweating.

[Ireth Telemnar]

If Ireth had seen the zith, the last thing she would have done was run into her! But Ireth hadn't seen the lady, she'd been too preoccupied with her foul mutterings, her wariness of the Pit, and her fruitless search for her brother. And so, the girl bumped into the zith, plowing into her side with her carelessness. Neither woman was injured, though Ireth was more than a little embarrassed. The paths were crowded and the fans were boisterous, and Ireth had to be the one to run into someone! "Oh, miss! I'm so sorry, please forgive me. My wandering feet can't be controlled by my wandering mind. My thoughts were elsewhere. My sincerest apologies."

Listen to the Winds

And you shall hear a Voice

[Irriari]

Just as Irriari had begun to tear into the hunk of meat that she purchased, she felt someone bumping into her side. Paranoid as ever, Irriari dropped the meat and stepped backward quickly while pivoting to the left. The last time she had felt someone bump into her this roughly, she had been poisoned and kidnapped by slavers. She snarled loudly and cursed the girl in zithanese. Why were humans so petching clumsy?

Ignoring the womans mumbled apologies, Irriari grabbed her by the top of her shoulder and dug her claws in deep enough that running would cause the woman no small amount of pain.

“Where were your thoughts exactly? Do you know what I could do to a pretty girl like you? I could terrify you to the point that your thoughts became akin to that of a caged mouse.”

Irriari dug her claws deeper into the woman’s shoulder, hoping that the pressure she exerted would be enough to break the delicate skin beneath her clothing.

“I despise you humans, you know? You dance around Ravok as if no one else exists. You act like you’re the only race that matters.”

Irriari stared downward to the ruined hunk of meat that was covered in the dust.

“Maybe I should force you to eat it, until you cry. Maybe you’ll learn to think.”

[Ireth Telemnar]

Ireth cried out and writhed in pain as the Zith's talons buried themselves beneath her tunic and into the flesh of her shoulder. And as much as she wanted to shut her eyes, to squeeze them until every drop of the dim light out in an attempt to relieve the pain. But she didn't. She kept them as open as they would go, like the moon at its fullest, for terror of the woman holding her. She almost fell to the ground, her knees trembling like water on a spider's web. "Please! Ah! My...my brother! I am lookin' for my brother! He, ah! He was supposed to meet.... to meet me here! And I can't find him. Please!" Tears threatened to slip from her frightened eyes. "I... I'm really sorry!"

Listen to the Winds

And you shall hear a Voice

[Halt Nizgore]

Seeing what has happened halt runs in punching the Zith in the face and try to pull the woman away from the Zith.

"What happened here? why did you attack her? if it was because of the meat it was an accident and if you seriously want compensation here". Halt throws a gold miza to the Zith. "But if you really want a brawl why not fight me?"

[Irriari]

Irriari paid little attention to the whimpering woman that was twitching underneath her claws. Humans were known for their inability to cope with pain. Many of the early trials and tribulations in the colony had featured themes of pain tolerance and suffering. Through the tests, the young zith had learned that pain was often a larger enemy than the warriors they would be fighting. Pain could demoralize you faster than a blade could score your torso. Pain tolerance was a necessity, and failure to hone it had cost a few of the younger members their lives. The trials had sharpened Irriari’s sadism. Few things were more satisfying than hearing someone scream as they were whipped, especially when you had felt the pain chimes before. The woman in front of her had experienced no such training. Irriari could hear the ragged gasps as the woman struggled to push words past her tense throat. The girl’s shoulder twisted and twitched under her grip. Such things wasted energy and amplified the existing pain to the point that the more intense pain would overwhelm her. Irriari dug her clawed hand deeper into the girls shoulder, smiling at the pained gasps that followed shortly after.

“I don’t care.”

The single sentence was supremely dismissive. Irriari didn’t care that the girl was sorry, or that she had lost her brother. Human matters were beyond her, and the fun that the woman had brought into her day was worth far more than the useless drivel that came out of her mouth.

Out of the corner of her eye, Irriari saw a human charging toward her and the woman that she held. Perhaps she had finally found her brother. Good for her. Irriari grabbed the woman’s shoulder as firmly as she could with her left hand and pivoted behind her. A solid thump reverberated through her makeshift human shield as she felt a blow connect somewhere on the woman’s body. The zith shoved the girl forward, knowing that she would be a liability in the upcoming fight.

She back stepped as quickly as she could, and nearly fell over her own feet. Cursing in zithanese, Irriari remembered how much pausing had cost her during her fight at Ino Vations. Wasting no more time, she moved towards the male that had punched her prey and leaped towards him, clawed hand extended outward in an attempt to tackle him and rend his chest open.

[Ireth Telemnar]

Ireth had barely made out the words that the Zith had muttered over the pounding of the blood in her ears when she heard the roar of some mad man charging them. She might have turned to look at him, but her eyes were glued to her captor. What was this woman going to do? All of a sudden, with black spots beginning to form in her vision, the Zith swung her up and around, placing her body between the Zith's and that of the charging lunatic. The man came with his entire weight thrown into a single punch. A punch meant for the Zith. A punch that found Ireth. The mad man's fist connected solidly with Ireth's face. For a moment, all she saw was a brilliant crimson light. Then she blacked out.

Listen to the Winds

And you shall hear a Voice

[Halt Nizgore]

Halt rolled out of the way looking at her claws he chides himself in his mind for ever trying to fight this Zith. "Her claws alone could rip me to shreds in a second even though she doesn't look it she is highly trained. I just have to remeber all the fights with robbers I have had before and make sure I can hit her before she can get close. I have longer arms so I should use that to hit her." All this time the zith has been slowly advancing like a predator certain it can catch it's prey no matter what. "Calm down she is intimidating you He chides himself again. I can't let her get in my head and I probably can't get in hers so maybe I can evade her until she messes up it's bound to happen. Unless it doesn't in which case I will have to make an opening in her guard and strike her using my longer arms. I will have to execute this with extreme caution though or else she will turn it against me."

"I have just one question before you try to rip me limb from limb again how did you see me coming? I thought I was in your blind spot." As he waited for a reply or her to attack he pondered just how fast and aware of her surroundings this Zith is.

[Irriari]

Irriari nearly fell as her claws found nothing but air. Her arms wind milled for a moment, as her wings flapped in the crisp air. She breathed in deeply, happy that she could right herself before the human tried attacking her again. She had hardly expected such an agile maneuver to come from such a lanky human. Putting it to the back of her mind, she circled the outside of the park, hesitant to charge towards her acrobatic foe. As he moved to his feet, the foolish human began to speak again.

Irriari laughed openly at how stupid the human was.

“Zith have no blind spots. We train to kill your kind, and enjoy it. What makes you think someone as pathetic as you could stand up against one of my kind?”

Sneering, she continuing circling, before pushing the balls of her clawed feet into the ground. Her wings strained against the air, muscles moving in an attempt to get the zith airborne. She had no desire to run, but she wanted to show the human how powerless he was on the ground. The air was her element, and his acrobatics would do little to help him when she launched herself downward to rip him limb from limb.

[Halt Nizgore]

Halt is awakened from his thoughts by the voice of the Zith. Halt watches in fascination and terror as the Zith takes to the sky obviously a very capable flier, and probably like on the ground a very deadly fighter. He then remembers the day he saw a large hawk get beaten by a shrew, once they start swooping it's hard to stop so if I don't move till the last second I may be able to avoid it. Halt then turns his attention back to the very annoyed Zith. Halt positions his feet so that he can move out of the way.

"I think I can beat you because strength and training aren't all there is to a fight there is also luck and I tend to be quite lucky. Lets see just who is luckier shall we continue but first what is your name Zith? I have this silly habit of wanting know who I may get beaten up by." On the inside though halt is saying to himself as soon as I dodge if she hits the ground, I will jump on her pin her arms to the ground and grab her wings.