"High Heaven Fist!" The declaration of his attack was closer to a warning than a need to do it. As proven by the volley of shrapnel and the bodies of bystanders being blown back from the attack, Sinna kept her back turned so she wouldn't watch, but visibly winced from the sound and the destructive shockwave being felt from where Chike was standing. Chike could see several other drunks joining in to swarm the high priest, but Chike didn't need to stay here to watch to know exactly how this was going to end. At most, all these people could do was hope to annoy him. Sinna looked a little saddened knowing the condition the bar would be left in, but lead Chike by the hand on the way out, right in time for someone to fly through the window out on the street and attempt to scramble away. "I didn't really have plans today, but I'm definitely not being the one to clean this up. I like that public garden they have set up. You don't get a lot of nice green place around here. An elf without any nature to live with, isn't much of an elf." Sinna expressed her thoughts, and Chike having given his assent to be lead somewhere began to walk the distance, in an awkward fashion. She shifted from a normal pace alongside him, to heading in front of him to move quickly, then slowly, completely unable to make up her mind, her face. After about a half minute, she took a look at Chike, half embarrassed and unable to properly face him. "Obviously, this isn't like that. Just visiting the garden together...not...like...what he said." The redness on her face mirrored the young man's from a minutes ago, clearly bothered by what the high priest had said and unsure of what to make of it.
Arsenios took the sword, checked its balance and replaced it with his own at his hip. 'Thanks for the weapons,' He said to the princess, 'We'll have to see how the thing reacts to the new threat. I'd prefer it if we could end the fight this round, before we are exhausted and it gets even more of an advantage.' The Carian warrior looked at the dark-skinned woman and gave her a smirk, 'Aren't you an impulsive one? I concur, we should fight aggressively.'
Kjito grins back. "Really? You do? My father said that you hellenes were all soft, weak willed cowards. Maybe he was wrong."
Arsenios laughed, 'Ha! Your father should face down a Centaur charge while standing in a Phalanx and call us weak-willed again.' The tall, blonde man smiled at the archer, 'And no woman ever complained that I was soft, quite on the contrary.' He laughed again, 'I don't think I got your name, archeress. I am Arsenios, and you are?'
"I'll take your word for it. You have to be pretty hard to measure up to the women of my tribe." She returns the smile, a cheeky glint in her eye. "I'm Kjito, of clan Borjigin."
Chike reflexively squeezed the hand Sinna was still holding his with lightly, both out of an instinct to comfort and because her soft, warm skin felt... nice. He was still mentally muddling through the implications of Zaid's statement (as well as calculating how much it might cost this time to help with the bar's repair) as well and wondering if that was why he had briefly found his eyes again wandering to notice her shapely rear in the brief time she had been pulling ahead of him. "O-Of course," he replied to her statement as he felt himself blushing again as well (if he had ever stopped blushing anyway), "N-Not like... that. A-And the garden is fine. N-Not a lot of people there this time of day so it should be p-p-private." His eyes widened as he realized the potential implication of that last part and as he waved his free hand around he hastily added, "I-I mean q-q-q-quiet!"
'Well met, Kjito of Clan Borjigin,' Arsenios inclined his head to her, before chuckling, 'But enough innuendo, we have a battle ahead of us. We can continue more far more ... pleasant ... discussions after we win.'
"Aren't you presumptuous?" Kjito laughs. "Sounds like a deal." She readies her bow, her smile dissolving into a grimace of determination.
Kelia is left with the guard scrambling along to go and seek out the slave's opponent. The girl swallows a bit, but whether that's a proper sign of guilt or just general fear is too difficult to say. Kelia is guided down a series of complex rooms, each section becoming increasingly nicer than the last. First going from the barred cells that some slaves were being held in, to properly walled rooms and eventually, to a rather well lit corridor with two torches on each of the doors, carpets and tapestries that spoke of wealth. The guard cautiously creaks open the door a slight bit, looking hesitant as he opens it, a strange cloud of light purple smoke wafting outward. The scent alone was enough to burn the nostrils to the point of being painful. Kelia wasn't quite sure what the smoke was, but the scent and slight taste she got from accidentally inhaling part of it felt like some kind of especially disgusting combination of tobacco, opium and alcohol. The guard was having a tough time bracing himself through the scent, but poked his head in. "Sir Yeven? Princess Razyima has assigned someone to investigate the incident and get to the bottom of it. They need to ask some questions to confirm your side of the story." "Questions? That whores word is being taken over mine? Tch..very well. Off with ya." The gruff voice was directed at some other figures who began to walk out of his room, who looked to be arena doctors who walked out of the room, but were stopped by the guard who had escorted Kelia. "Please, don't get anywhere just yet, in case the inquisitor has follow up questions." If nothing else, the arena guard seemed to at least be aware of keeping things properly. Kelia could get the impression that the guards here weren't actually incompetent by any means. They just had difficulty saying anything back to those of a higher status. But Kelia didn't face such a problem and could walk in freely to the allegedly poisoned fighter's room. "Oh...a woman. Of course. That's the problem. All you're doing is talking." The unpleasant voice came from an equally unpleasant looking man, who sat along a pile of dark blue pillows aligned in his room to make some form of bedding. He took a long drag of his pipe, allowing the purple smoke to billow and fill the air as he sat. The guy looked...unimpressive. He had a weapon strapped to his waist, and some muscle, but with mounds of fat and an aged face of someone pushing past the middle years. Even with his wealthy looking outfit to try and look important didn't even that intimidating. If anything, the stout man looked ridiculous and definitely not like the warrior he was being hyped up to be. Spoiler
Kellia was not impressed – or amused. She also wasn't a fan of the smoke – but this was not the first time she had to deal with a person that liked smoking, so she forced herself to ignore it and focus on the task. “Well then, why don't you do the talking, my good sir? Please tell me what happened – the way you saw it. And please don't skip the details, no matter how minor they may seem – they might prove important.” She asked as she examined the man and the room they were in, searching for anything that could be of interest or importance.
@asddas193 The journey to the district of various bars along the merchant side isn’t short. It seems they just happen to be built near the temple to make for a shorter walking distance. If what the shopkeeper said about the high priest meant anything, it might be intentionally designed that way. While the succubi debated for a bit of where to locate him, the thought process was disrupted by the sudden hers of slovenly drunks stumbling about at a pace attempting to run, blowing right past her. She could catch a glimpse of their battered and bruised bodies meaning there had been quite the brawl. She didn’t need to make a lot of guesses to reason that it was probably one of the people she was looking for. The question of how to approach them was another matter.
"Ugh." Thea sighed as she wandered around the town, she was lucky she didn't get lost on the way. Since she barely knew where anything was located in this place. She thought she needed to scour every tavern in the area, but as she heard a brawl break out. She thought maybe, just maybe the priests would come intervene. Well, assuming they weren't both drunk at least. With no other leads, Thea decides to approach the brawl. A commotion like this should attract a priests attention. Hopefully. While walking closer toward the fighting, she made sure her cloak wouldn't suddenly get pulled away. She doesn't want the attention to suddenly switch to her after all.
