Fuu steps up to the challenge

Fuu looked back around her. This was what they had come here for, but none of the other Bravos were stepping up to the plate. Robin still looked tired from her earlier encounter, Emmaline was hesitating, and Liv, as usual, just looked angry. Fuu steeled herself. This was there chance to take to get back their freedom and move on with their mission. Though she had full trust in her friend, there was a small part of Fuu that worried Becky might be in danger as well.

"I'll do it." Fuu said, taking a step toward the Lizardman. His broadening smile seemed friendly enough.

"Ah so there is a brave one among you... good, good! I had taken you for warriors when I heard how you were captured. The people always love it when the slaves challenger their fate! Such a noble cause!" His eyes twinkled with what might have been mirth or mockery. "What may we call you?"

"My names is Fuu" She said. "Fuu Teoming."

"I am called Fan'zwit'zal." He acknowledged her before turned back to the crowd. "Ladies and Gentelmen, it looks like we will have another challenger in just a few minutes! Don't wander too far form those seats-- you won't want to miss the lovely Fuu Teoming, in her debut match!" excited murmurs ran through the crowd. Many slaves must have tried their hands here, but the tension didn't seem to bode well.

"Come, come-- this way" Fan'zwit'zal said, heading down the stairs back the way they had come and leading toward a cavernous hallway which lead down into the rocky ground below the arena. When the Bravos followed, he stopped them. "Fighters only, I'm afraid. Please, take a seat! You'll see her again soon in the ring."

Reluctantly, the other three women turned around, following an opposite hallway upward and out into the seats, while Fuu moved to get ready for her fight.