Party Conflict

The Githyanki are practically synonymous with might. Cold, efficient warriors, bred for combat from the minute they could pick up a weapon. Skilled in most aspects, lacking in very few-- It's rather brave to pick a fight with a Gith!

Let alone butt naked, on a public street.

"I'm SICK of you and your attitude. Debasing myself, constantly healing YOU, and all I get are your snarky comments!" Shadowheart snarled.

"Tsk'va. Your service was out of necessity, not generosity. You bare your repulsive body and expect a hero's treatment." Lae'zel retorted.

"Alright, alright! Let's cool off. Or at least wait until we're at camp? AWAY from the public eye..."

Karlach stood between them. Thanks to her Infernal Engine, her body ran hot-- Hot enough that touching Shadowheart's bare skin was dangerous! Instead, she gently placed a hand on Lae'zel's armor, guiding her back--

Until Shadowheart lunged!

Past Karlach, she grappled with Lae'zel, forcing the both of them to the floor! It was more of a wrestling match than a proper fight-- One that Shadowheart was severely outmatched in.

"Bloody hells..." Karlach could only shake her head in embarrassment.

A large crowd had surrounded them at this point; Cheering, laughing, whistling, as Shadowheart was rather decisively restrained by the warrior!

"Yield." Lae'zel commanded sternly.

Shadowheart was on the ground. Head lowered, held in a vice grip by her rival-- While her lower half was raised up! She could only imagine how this angle must've looked. Her naked, now dirty body, kicking and flailing. How she was presented so openly to Karlach and the crowd...

At this point, she wasn't sure if she was fighting back, or just fighting to cover her holes!