Eilwy wins but not without complications

For a moment Eilwy thinks it would be an easy victory, something to demonstrate her strength and salve her wounded pride, but things did not go as expected for her.

Zamor rushes at her with incredible speed, crossing over half the arena before Eilwy could blink. Surprised, Eilwy lashes at the snake with dark fire only for the Liznari to say something and his staff to glow in a pulse of magic, shielding him from her wrath.

"Your wretched staff won't save you for long, halfbreed," she threatened. Cursing that yet another creature possessed the means to delay her wrath.

Before she could attack again, he closes the distance between them and his tail coils around her and binds her hands. Eilwy coughed, a choked gasp, feeling her lungs constrict from the snake's strength. Zamor stared into her eyes, his red eyes glowing a in a hypnotic rhythm.

"You will enjoy this, Black Reaver," the snake hissed. His tongue darting out, licking her cheek.

Before she could curse it, he leaned in and bit on her on the neck. Instantly, Eiwly felt the Liznari's poison course through her veins. The wound pulsed painfully but also with a warm heat that spread across her body. Her head aching from Zamor's pulsating eyes.

Eilwy distantly recalled about the Liznari's venomous nature, they used to subdue threats before swallowing their enemies whole, but the male snakekin could change toxins to create an aphrodisiac blend. Zamor was counting on his toxin and hypnotic powers to crush her will and turn her into a compliant puppet

The realization sent a cold rush of anger through her. She looked away from the Liznari's eyes and saw Zamor's staff hovering right beside her hand. Eilwy strained her body, pushing against the coil, and the sudden resistance surprised Zamor enough for her hand to slip loose and grasp the staff.

"Burn," she spat. Magical energies coursed trough the staff, inside its defenses, and dark fire coursed from it and into Zamor.

He fell screaming to the floor, completely releasing Eilwy. She coughed, breathing deeply. She heard the crowd laughing and jostling one another. Questioning whether her reputation was truly deserved if Zamor nearly defeated her, and that surely someone stronger could succeed where he failed.

Before Eilwy could do anything more to Zamor or the crowd, a group of goblins hurriedly dragged her out of the pit. Eiwly felt her magic leave instantly at the barrier.

There must be some way to dispel that barrier, she thought. There must be a way! Her head pounding and body aching.

Inside the pit, Eilwy saw Jomath easily deal with a Werewolf in a burst of silver splinters. The creature reduced to begging before being dragged away.

Eilwy gritted her teeth as she heard the crowd. The White Witch's contrasting example had left the monsters confident that Eilwy was the weaker of the two, and the creatures were hollering for Dark Faery to give them the chance to face wounded Enchantress. She had think of some means to escape. If Zamor was any indication, the combatants were far more dangerous than she expected and she didn't doubt that one of them would triumph over her in her current state eventually.

"Eilwy vs Sanu the Succubi!" The Dark Faery announced and the goblin team shoved Eilwy back into the Pit. She stumbled, nearly landing her face. The crowd laughing at her all the while.