Kro Redclaw vs Shanara Ishtar

*Kro Redclaw slipped through the main hall of the tavern snagging a quick drink so he could down just enough of it to feel satisfied before he moved off to the arena with his gear. Hoping someone would be interested in a fight, or at the very least, struggling. His tail slipped across the ground, idly drawing shapes into the ground, or at least symbols as his mind wrote out some ideas.

*Shanara Ishtar decides on a whim to follow the rat to the arena, wearing her usual loose fitting cloak open at the front along with a broad leather strap around her chest and a tight pair of shorts.  "Figuring on a fight, mousy?  Kitty might not have claws right now, but I can't resist a good looking rodent, even when I'm human...Any preference on weapons, or do you mind if I stick with my hands?"

*Orncaex is relaxing in the spectator area

*Kro Redclaw raises a brow, turning to face her as he backs into the arena. "Is that what it takes, someone good looking to get into a fight?" He mused lightly and shook his head, "Use what you know, and I'll use what I know." He said with a light grin and turned away from her. He reached for one of the pouches and pulled out a strange mask with a a pair of glass eye pieces and began slipping it over his head. The strange gas-mask looking thing obscured everything other than his red and orange eyes.

Then he spoke, in a scarily different tone that even Orncaex might not recognize. "I just hope that the variables for this are properly accounted for, it would be a shame if something went...wrong" The tone was cool and collect. As he stepped into the center of the ring he offered Shanara a light bow.

*Orncaex does... flinch... at the chage of tone as a chill ran down his spine. Yup... he is awake now. He scootches to sit up straight and watches the buld up to a brawl?

*Shanara Ishtar joins the rat in the ring without hesitation, confident that, if nothing else, the ring's magics work and she'll recover from anything that happens after she leaves the ring.  "Nice gas mask.  Suppose I should let you know in advance, in the interest of fairness, that if any of your toys are fast acting viral or bacterial things, they're not likely to work on me.  One of the few perks of being a lycanthrope.  ...It's a short list, believe me.  If the cat comes out, best to just avoid it entirely.  I do NOT look forward to the arthritis I'll have when I'm older..."  The doffs the cloak to free herself up for quicker movements more tan any other reason, not banking on her body's attractiveness to be a distraction for the rat.

*Kro Redclaw started to step back to get a bit of distance from her, something that he seemed to be counting as his tail wrote in the ground with each step. "It is not sickness that one should be warned of, lycanthropy is only a half deterrent for the most dangerous things." He didn't pull out any weapons, and instead reached for a single glass orb that was glowing with a feint blue swirl. He relaxed in his position, observing her carefully. "If you have joint pains, there are plenty of doctors for that."

*Shanara Ishtar keeps an eye on the rodent's tail as he moves, watching that strange glass orb with the other as she starts circling around him.  "Oh, I don't have them yet.  It's inevitable though, as sure as the rising and setting of the sun...Old age is gonna be hell, but for now, I can enjoy the benefits."  She slowly bunches up the muscles of her legs, slowly moving closer towards the rodent.  If she's able to get within five meters of him, she springs forward, launching herself in a tackle at him, intending to ram her shoulder into his body to knock him down.

Shanara Ishtar rolls 1d20: 9
Kro Redclaw rolls 1d20: 2

*Kro Redclaw watched her carefully, "Old age is only hell if you live that long." He worked his tail in smooth calculating motions, and when she sprung at him, he was a bit surprised. He took it without so much as a yelp, and in stead laughed heartily as they went to the ground. The orb was brought against the ground, shattering and releasing a blue cloud. The gas spread rapidly across the arena, seeming to stop right along the border where it rolled up and back towards the center.

There was no real smell to it, but its affect was going to settle in quick. "Its okay to breath, my subject." That tone settled in, almost a completely different ratfolk as Shanara was subject to the shadows moving across the clouds. There was a strong chance she was going to see her fear manifest itself for her to see. Everyone watching though? They'd see shadowy figures form from the smoke, starting to surround the pair. He didn't even try to fight back, not yet.
[15:02] *Shanara Ishtar simply can't avoid breathing in the smoke and I don't mind that one bit, wouldn't fight the ratty if I did and leaps to her feet after that lunging tackle, looking around at the figures around her...all seemingly wielding silver weapons.  She shakes her head as her inner beast rages at the bars of its metaphorical cage, wanting nothing more than for that faster form to take over and flee.  The human grits her teeth and restrains herself, trying to focus on the rat on the floor still, taking a swing at that gas mask with one of her feet to try and dislodge it to even the playing field.

Shanara Ishtar rolls 1d20: 16
Kro Redclaw rolls 1d20: 4

*Kro Redclaw was about to try and get up, but he felt that foot crash across his face and dislodged his mask. He staggered as he stood up, reaching up to take the mask and remove it from his head to breath, before replacing it back over his head.. "I suppose that this is a the process for experimentation." He shook his head as his tail smacked against the ground. He accepted enough of his own gas that he was beginning to get affected. His mind rushing over with a wide variety of visions, but the more one was exposed the stronger these became. "I suppose its my turn is it not?"

He ducked back into the swirling cloud, disappearing as the gaseous fog started to thicken. He reached for another orb, this one a distinct glowing red that stuck out only barely in the smog.

*Shanara Ishtar knows in some part of her head that she needs to deal with this rodent alchemist fast before the gasses overwhelm her completely, but as soon as she thinks that, one of the hallucinations slashes across her arm, the smoke's effect on her mind giving her a very strong impression of the pain such a blow would cause, along with the creeping fire of the silver burning through her veins, further limiting her time if it were real and driving her to recklessness as her mind begins to think it is real.  She rushes towards that glowing red, punching past it at where she thinks Kro's chest is with a howl of hallucinated pain.

Shanara Ishtar rolls 1d20: 17
Kro Redclaw rolls 1d20: 4

*Kro Redclaw was about to toss the new orb, but he saw her a bit too late, taking a blow straight to the chest and causing him to grunt. He staggered backwards and yet didn't use the orb on her at this range. There must have been a reason for it. However, as the smoke started to dissipate just a little bit, he made his own attack. The ratfolk's free hand came to his mace and with a quick snap, was swinging it towards her face.

Kro Redclaw rolls 1d20: 4
Shanara Ishtar rolls 1d20: 3

*Shanara Ishtar has a satisfied grin on her face as she feels her fist connect with the rodent's chest, and lets that satisfaction distract her from what she needs to do next.  She barely sees the mace coming, crying out loudly but briefly as it connects with her face and goes sprawling onto her hands and knees with a grisly wound, face torn open beneath one eye down to her jaw with cracked bones and torn muscles exposed.  The human woman coughs raggedly from the pain of her wounds, real and hallucinated, as the hallucination of that silver blade's wound burns through her and reaches her heart, bringing her fully to the floor of the arena and clutching at her chest as she writhes in pain her mind can no longer remember isn't real along with the very real pain the mace had caused, arching her back in what would be the throws of death if the silver sword wound had indeed been real but suffering through it well past what it would be if it were as real as the mace.  In her simulated pain, the human starts to choke on the blood spilling into her mouth from the real injury, clenching her eyes shut and sucking more of it into her lungs just to let that painful method of death bring an end to the hallucination of silver fire ravaging her body.

*Kro Redclaw breathed through his mask a bit heavily, starting to move around her as the rest of the gas died away. He was observing the effects, even as they started to come to an end, it was clear it worked. "Fascinating, it worked as good as I could hope." He moved up to her as she writhed in pain. "If this were the field of battle, I'd tell you that death is inevitable and all good things come to an end. However.." He took the mace and brought it across the back of her head aiming to knock her out quickly.

*Shanara Ishtar coughs up some of the blood she'd been choking on as the mace connects withthe back of her head, going mostly limp as she loses consciousness, though the hallucination still has a hold on her unconscious mind, along with the very real pain from the mace wounds, the human twitching and writhing slowly even while unconscious as the hallucinated silver ravages her for a few moments longer.