Fight breaks out

The water breaks, spraying the surroundings. You know it must be one of the local girls, but looking at it, you can't make out the form. It seems mostly grey-black with fissures of amber and neon blue streaking across it's body. As the writhing mass rolls closer, you start make sense of the body.

As you suspected, the black is truly a morph. From what you can tell from her coiled position, she's tall and lanky. Her bald head is hissing in frustration an spite.

You soon see the source of her animosity pry it's way out of her grasp. A clump of red surrounded by blue pops out like a plume. The streaks over the black girl's body slip away as the blue cap pulls away.

It's a long heavy second with the two bodies lifeless on the ground before the blue struggles to rise. With the mass of tendrils, you can hardly see a human form; it looks like the hair-like strands somehow lift the cap with impossible strength. Despite its struggles, the jellyfish continues its ascent, inch after inch till it stands around five feet tall. A pregnant moment passes with the hydrozoa standing menacingly over the fallen girl before the tentacles whip out and it shouts, "WOOO!"

With the tentacles spread, you can see a shapely body with arms spread wide in the air. She circle's her fallen foe, showing everyone her victory. She hits her chest and raises an arm as high as she can, jutting a single index finger into the sky

The clerk sighs at your side, "Those are Flare and Moira, who should know their way to the fighting rings by now!" the second part more directed to the girls than you.

It seems to get through as the jellyfish freezes in her gloating. A finger pokes out to pull the curtain of tentacles aside to let a curious eye peek out. Seeing you, she winces and weakly reaches out a hand to wave by shaking three fingers.

In that time, the other woman managed to get to her feet and both advance. While Moira still seems lanky, she swivels her hips and and moves to give the illusion of curves. It would probably work if you hadn't already seen her. Flare fusses with her tentacle hair, throwing it back and securing it as best she can behind her ears.

The clerk launches into a lecture that neither one seems more interested in than you, but both realize. When asked, Moira seems particularly remorseful, but Flare responds by thrusting one index finger into her self and another on the other side up to say yet again that she's the best.