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Off to the side, a glowing miniature illusion of the the scorpion hovered over one of the tables. It pounced and lunged in faithful recreation of the earlier fight, slowly rotating to accommodate various angles.

Linxx's piercing eyes stayed with it, in careful consideration. A feathered quill danced beside her, documenting her occasional remarks and plotting to whip the creature into shape.

"Needs more gladiator ... less ambush predator" or at least a variation of that might be caught if someone peeks over. The great lizard arms occasionally tensed as she seemed to anticipate their rematch, once the beastie had gone a round with the flesh sculptors.

Linx clears her throat, launching into a bit of theatrics that echo across the space.

"Seems like our team of brave plunderers have ventured deep into these icy cavern, overcoming the rugged denizen who have claim these cold halls.

Surprisingly, with hardly a scratch or scar remaining, my apologies, they've reached its frozen heart. A fearsome creature who's otherworldly cold has seeped into the very ground it called home, we've brought it here to show us, if it's worthy of being called one of our transcendent."

Linx put her mug down, ignoring Josten and giving Britta a hard look. "Clearly you have your wires crossed. This one seems ready to face a warp storm face first, and you seem unsatisfied without backup.

I don't much care. If you want to decide who's in your little clique, fine. Find who'll watch your back. I just hope it's not half a bleeding platoon." She handwaves to the rest of the conversationalists talking about teamwork, and tries not to pay closer attention.

Whoops, I meant ' to bother with the extra rankings for teams.'

Linxx winced a bit at the conversation veering to her past, her language, her people. Not all memories were pleasant, and not all histories lent pride to their descendants. Maybe another time.

She martialed her expression quickly. "It was a name given to me by another. I never learned their language, so I couldn't say. As far as holding back, I wouldn't worry about it, unless you're the type to blow it all in one blast.

It's not great at keeping secrets though, so mind what you do. Finding a way to break the envelope just bounces you out, same as if you died."

Almost forgetting, "Ahh, if you're not feeling like an impromptu fight night to get your claws or beak wet, there'll be others of course."

With baiting amusement, Linxx continues, "Course, you could always wait for Davin He'll proper wake up all the old timers, and set up a proper feeding frenzy where you can find out just how high the sky is, and how far you can jump. I'd pay chips if you convince that feathery shirker to bother with the extra rankings."

Linx chuckled at Josten's suggetion. "Why don't you take Britta with you? She can stand in the back, until you pick up your manhood and your guts and come crawling back and ask for her help? What do you know, you might soften it up for her.

Honestly, I'd never normally put a newblood up against a trascendent as a first match, but the crowds not big, and it gives me a chance to see our new attraction in action."

"So the two of you against our new Transcendent candidate?" Linxx looks between the two of them.

Interpret obvious 'female' as you like, and as dragonborn not actually having any reptilian genetic lineage, but a partly mammalian one. Think unknown humanoid super soldiers injected with dragon essence with considerably genetic drift for a number of planar environs.

"Feline ..." she tasted the word, the concept behind the word "Ambush predators. A creature that learns. I don't mind being compared to them sure. Why do you ask? Do you have felines named after me, the brutal Linxx? It better not be smaller than me."

Grinning, Linxx leaned back against the counter, considering the second thought. New blood was blood, so it didn't hurt for this to change too. "The arena is first and foremost a show sport. It's not a place to those who just want to torment a creature. Both sides need somewhat of a fair shot, or else management will be munching on my scales, and let me tell you that's no fun."

Still contemplating, she looked closer at Britta, trying to guess at her confidence. "I know, I know, some of you come from fancy worlds that tend to specialize their people, so two or three might be considered against a stronger opponent. We've taken a break, so most of our fighters need to be lined up or are stuck in compression. This last pick up was a bunch of scorpions. Were you thinking of trying to put your blood against a master, or a transcendent candidate?"

Following the rumble by several minutes a heavy set (Argonian? Dragonborn? Gorn?) woman stomps in and makes a beeline for the counter. Her steps underscore a deep weight that still seems impressive even accounting for her size. The passing flickering from the table lights reveal her scarred, jagged scales to not be black, but rather a deep sapphire.

As if by magic, a heavy wooden mug appears on the counter and is immediately scooped and downed by the woman. Anyone paying attention may notice that she carries no weapons, but seems to wickedly dangerous regardless. Bandages cover various vulnerable areas and animal leathers seem to cover the rest.

She lets a content whoop, before sliding the mug back towards Mitchifer. Looking around, she takes in the observable crowd. "We have some fresh blood", speaking up "HEY! Remember, don't spill blood up here. If you want to get fiesty, talk to me. I'm Linxx Koldrish, and I'll show the the inside of our pit. I brought some fresh meat that raring to break your virginity, if you're looking for a good time."

Finding another mug within reach, she starts in on this one a little more carefully, as she continues surveilling the room for prospects.