Seeing the two Incubi heading off, Heltherith found herself thinking about what she should do next. After all, if she was correct in having to deal with the Black Heart as a potential extra loyalty to deal with, then she needed to build up her own source of power just in case she needed to ensure her independence through power. And to do that, she needed information to stay ahead of the competition which speaking from personal experience she knew the sort of people in the Kabal who could gather information with only a minor chance of being suspected as a spy due to their lowly status. So the Wych headed to the Slave pens, deciding to go and see if she could find some slaves with some spark for what she needed them for.
@Wata He was given a glance back as well, her discipline keeping any sign of dislike from showing. Her left hand clenched itself for a brief moment. Plenty of thoughts about this man came through her mind, most unintelligible, but even more were less than pleasant. But she at least knew that his cooperation would allow her to move onwards with life. Incubi were bodyguards, she knew; the some of the most elite within Commoragh. If she could land this, she knew that she could either land a fortune for the rest of one's life - whether that being the Archon's, or her own, would depend on how things played out. May as well aim big; as my kin always do. She scornfully thought to herself, a smile showing towards Kaesar - with how little she showed anything but a business-like monotony, it may come as a surprise; even more surprising, may come as genuine.
Ave'ras sighed as they two kabalites drew their weapons and traded threats though he did still the Scourges when they almost filled the Corsair with shards. He had seen his invitation, it would not pay to anger the Archon or his dead-godsforsaken Bale-hound by killing a recruit with such promise as this so he best defuse the situation. (@Skarboy) "Now now boys you're both pretty , lets put the blades away before somebody gets hurt." He says chiding them with a suprising gentle tone. A bandage on a bullet wound would hold for his plan to follow through. he had seen the Corsair rush through the Kabalites and many just stood and took it , while the trait might be admirable in some it is not for a warrior, he would not jepordize the quality of the Crimson Moon troops and it would at least be fun to watch. "I see there are sixteen of you . Oh woe upon me as for this batch of recruits i am permitted for only ten of you to pass into the kabal . Well as unfortunate as it is let us remedy it" he said as he walked down the lines of kabalites turning them to face each other and pairing The Coursair with the Bold Kabalite , if that one lived he'd be keeping them. "Now you are all paired with a partner , place to the side all of your weapons " he said fully knowing that at least one would have a hidden blade, he'd want that one too. "Now this if you have passed basic arithmetic you will realize the winning side would only have 8 members and you are correct for 2 of those who lose but show promise will be accepted " he said as he stood at the head of the line to wach as many fights as possible while setting Uravel to patrol and moniter the fights for any promising kabalites "so do not kill your opponent , infact defeating but not killing is quite the promising trait a opponents pain is short , sweet, and visceral but that of a captive is much easier to enjoy" he said giving a helpful tidbit of advice to the young kabalites. "Now here are the rules of this little competition of ours" "If you grab you weapons you will be killed and she who thrists will devour your soul" he said leveling his Splinter canon for emphasis "If you run away from the fight you will be killed and she who thrists will devour your soul" "If you attempt attack Crimson moon personnel i will take you captive, let the slaves have their way with you and then you will be killed and she who thrists will devour your soul" "Are there any questions ?" He said hoping to enjoy the spectacle
"Mistress Eliria i know i am well made, but dont you see i have allready stepped beyond what you non altered might call insane" If Hetax could smile he would have done so, but alas he could simple just talk though his mechanical jaw, "And i am sure the blood queen wouldn't turn her blades against me for good, who would then catch the more interesting prey for her to ever so artistically murder"
<Incubi business> @Vlayden @Wata Hierarch said nothing as he took a step forward, pulling out both of his demiklaives and taking a position half a dozen meters on front of Venessia and Kaesar. At the sound of his weapons being drawn the other Incubi who were until then dueling abruptly stopped with their training and created a (wide enough) circle around the newcomers, placing their klaives in front in an obvious hint that there was no escaping the "ring". "Come then," Drach made a slight tilt with his head as he spoke, taking up a combat stance, "Show me how much you want this." <Grand Arena> @Kalle @Grall_Stonefist @kanila "Too bad," Saghiar replied, "You should've taken the offer baby so don't come to me when the dogs go rabid and come after you. As for the Beastmaster, I wanted to know what his teammates say of him, but since you are obviously just a waste of time I shall find my answer somewhere else. So long," he stood up and walked out of the boot, disappearing into the crowd of spectators. "Should I kill him for you?" the young Kabalite purred in Kadara's ear, placing his hands around her in an attempt to lie down with her and make things more personal. (OOC ain't going past that ) "Bah, then you have never seen her actually fight," Eliria replied to Hetax, shaking her head, "Don't think yourself irreplaceable. You might be a wrack bounty hunter but you are still a bounty hunter and there are lots of those in the Dark City. Not to mention that Lyn'shela and her Bloodbrides are a law unto their own and she could kill you only to annoy Zar'uil, by breaking his toys and all of that. Like I said, if I were you, I'd be everywhere else except here, but hey, it's your life." Turning to the Beastmaster she offered him a sad look. "Damn Aesra, you should've sent me a message or something. The Tau you speak of is actually within the slave pits but he's going through a small "behavior treatment" like the rest of the blueberries. Gotta teach them who's the boss around here and all of that, you know? Anyway I'm sure he'll survive the touch of my henchmen but I guess if you wanna do it yourself or if you had any other ideas for the guy, go to the pits and tell them I sent you, they won't cause you any issues." "Also, I'll get the animals ready for you in couple of days. I found a seller for the Helspider, just waiting for the one with the birds to show up so I can take them. Archon's paying for it by the way, so consider yourself lucky!" <Barracks> @bossaroo @Skarboy The recruits reluctantly tossed their weapons on a pile next to Ave'ras as they listened to his instructions, not really about to disobey a command given by a Kabalite hefting a big nasty cannon. Of course, some of them indeed had hidden blades but decided not to use them right of the bat as, right after Ave'ras finished his last sentence, the ground in front of him erupted as the recruits started having a go at each other in the most devious way each of them knew. "Oh, now you're done for pretty boy," the bold recruit told Kholivaz and, after tossing his knife on the pile alongside the rest, squared of the former Hellion, bringing his gauntleted fists up. Suddenly he pounced on the Corsair, trying to smash him straight in the face and skewer his throat with the bladed piece of his vambrace. <Slave pens> @Maleth Arriving at the entrance of the Slave pens, Heltherith saw that the place was quite packed - after the raid the Kabal acquired lots of fresh bodies and half of them were busy building additional holding spaces around the central hub, working under the close inspection of their Kabalite overseers. However the true place she was looking for, where most of the slaves were located was actually underground, right below the central prison area (where lots of cages were located). Going down a nearby staircase the Wych entered a new sub realm, where she could finally see the true terror on the faces of Kabal's captives. Rows upon rows of cells, most of them open for the prisons of the Dark Eldar were for the most time within one's mind, where the slaves lived and spent their miserable lives when not slavering for the Kabal. It was like a small underground city, with lots of people going in and out, huddling around dark corners, trying to find (or catch) something to eat, she even saw couple of small stands where some of the slaves sold their meager possessions - spoons, half-broken bottles, some rags, stuff like that. Most of the slaves were humans although Heltherith saw an occasional Tau but all of them gave her a wide berth, knowing better than to interfere with their overlords or their business. Speaking of them, the Wych also saw couple of Dark Eldar slavers going around and checking if everything was alright, but looking quite disinterested.
Kholivaz was perhaps the slowest to disarm not because of reluctance to give up his weaponry in the face of a foe, but due to the sheer volume of his armaments. Chainswords, pistols, knives drawn from compartments discreetly hidden into the interwoven thermoplas, all fell into a big pile. Of course a few would remain on his body, ever ready to break the rules and this opponent over his knee, bled from a dozen quick, efficient, and disgustingly painful knife wounds. He was no Hekatarii and as the saying often went among the gangs, Wyches fight to thrill, Hellions fight to kill. Not that any Hellion in their right mind would let it be heard in an arena. The Commorrite brought his hands up to his face, barking out a confident laugh as his opponent leaped for the quick victory. Thermoplas hardened and he moved to catch the strike with one gauntlet, moving into the blow to lessen the impact. Kholivaz's body turned to square off against his opponent while getting uncomfortably close, free hand shooting forward to grab his opponent's hair, ear, fingers digging into flesh at the neck and face if need be to yank him down into a knee strike aimed to crush his sternum. All of this happened in an instant as the former Hellion struck like a viper, seeking dominance in this bout from the beginning.
Kaesar wasted absolutely no time. As soon as Drach finished talking he attacked, he practically tore his weapon free of its sheath. He was eager and hungry, perhaps this duel would give him the true thrill he so chased. His swings were clean and efficient, no effort wasted on flashy movements or impressive strikes. They were meant to strike true. After all, he was told to show how much he wanted it.
"Oh slave mistriss dont be boring, and if i die you can atleast gloat about it, maybe the Haemonculus would clone me" Hetax answered, "the wracks life is not for the faint hearted."
Spoiler <Grand Arena> Kadara looked after the departing helliarch, her frown carving deep creases in her brow. At the Kabalite's attempt at intimacy, she simply shook her head and rose from the couch, leaving him seated there. Her dark eyes stared down into the arena, expression hard and opaque. She looked back to him. "I am already taking risks refusing him," Kadara told him, enounciating each word to make her message abundantly clear. "And you will have to learn to keep your head down, unless you stick it out where you are likely to lose it." There was a pause, and her scowl turned... apprehensive. "Damn his hide. Leave me. He has spoiled my appetite," she said, turning her back on him. There was a moment's pause, and then she shook her head and left the arena. OOC: Resigning myself to observing for a bit while I deal with IRL matters, but I mean to be back in business for the next mission.
Ave'ras looked out as fighting erupted infront of him he dare say it was more interesting than the arena . Unlike slaves and gladiators these kabalites had talent, dreams and aspirations all that could be snuffed out this very day along with them and so they fought like feral creatures . His favorite moments amongst the scuffles being - a kabalite who drew not one not two but 3 hidden knives throughout the fight each blade making a home in a joint of his opponent - the kabalite who threw her opponent headfirst against a the wall a distance away - the kabalite who recovered from being thrown headfirst into the wall -the kabalite who may be enjoying this far too much as they toppled to the ground with their opponent funny not useful unless he needed to provide a more private escort rather than an armed escort
