Robin steps up to avenge her friend

Over in the stands, fans of the arena cheered at the horrible display. Not only had Fuu been enslaved here within the city, but now she had been forced to endure the humiliation of being taken and broken by a monstrous brute simply for their entertainment.

The remaining three Bravos held varying expressions of shock and disbelief. Liv looked as though she was ready to murder the next person that so much as looked at her, while Emmaline's face was a plaintive sorrow. Only one of three took action, however, and that was Robin.

The smallest of the three Bravos bounced to her feet, already stepping forward with eager determination before either of the other two could react. She was halfway up the stands when Emmaline's voice reached her.

"Wait! Robin! Where are you going? We should stick together!" Emmaline said. Liv nodded in halfhearted agreement, though her focus was still down in the stone ring of the arena, where a half dozen lizardfolk in heavy armor were busy trying to re-capture the troll with long bidents and nets.

"I'm going to beat that thing!" Robin said. She stopped moving, settling into a wide stance with her hands placed confidently on her hips, apparently having completely forgotten about her total lack of clothing.

"Are you sure? It seemed... well Fuu wasn't able to handle it, and I'm not sure if--" Emmaline said.

"I have a plan! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Robin said. Emmaline hesitated, trying to find the right words to follow up with, but Robin didn't seem willing to wait. The brown haired girl flashed her a quick smile, then turned to hurry up the rest of the stairs, before disappearing down the hallway that lead below the arena.

Emmaline waited with trepidation and soon found herself joining Liv in watching as the swamp troll was finally wrangled from the arena and dragged back to whatever dark depths he had come from. A minute later, a second group of lizardfolk rushed onto the stage, gathering up Fuu's unmoving form and carrying her away. Emmaline considered following to check in on their leader, but if Robin was about to challenge that beast as well... she wasn't sure if she'd be able to pull herself away.

A cleaning crew came next, washing away various fluids with the casual speed that comes from experience and boredom. Almost as soon as they had cleared the stage, Fan'Zwit'Zal's voice rang out once more. "It seems we have another last minute entry, here to prove the honor of herself and her friends--heralding from distant human lands, a master of swordsmanship and magic alike, please get ready for the grand debut of Robin Haverfield! Don't leave your seats--our next match will begin in just only a few minutes!"