Rose goes on the offensive!

Voora was now a little worried. She crouched low, taking a defensive stance. She twirled the net a little clumsily, pointing the trident out. Rose noted that Voora didn't seem experienced with these weapons, and decided to take the offensive. She darted foward, running with both daggers drawn. Voora tried to snare Rose in the net, but rose easily evaded, slashing at Voora with both daggers. Voora blocked one strike, but missed the second blow, which slashed the strap holding her shoulder guards together across her body.

Voora swiped at Rose with the Trident, but Rose was already out of her reach. Voora turned to face Rose, but, to her surprise, her shoulder guards, now cut free, fell from her body to the ground.

The audience laughed a bit, clapping for Rose's agile display. The announcer called out over the crowd.

"It looks as though arena veteran Rose has Voora's number! The wild barbarian woman may soon be in her natural state: unarmored and perhaps unclothed!"

Voora was awash with emotions. She was angry at Voora, flaming rage boiling. She was annoyed at herself for having not landed a single blow! She also felt a new emotion, one foreign to her. She was... embarrassed? The crowds laughter, the announcer's taunting. The air on her bare shoulders. For the first time in her life, her cheeks flushed red, and a not from blood-lust. She felt exposed, and worried. All she had was one arm guard, boots, a loincloth held on by a belt and a chest-plate. Precious little armor left!