Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

You look around outside, including where you met last time. Nothing. She isn't around here, that's what 10 minutes of searching tell you.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat runs a scan for the earrings, figuring he'll find Rachel that way.

[Anastasia]

She's inside of the arena somewhere, but she's coming outside from the looks of it. Sure enough, a minute later she comes out of one of the entrances, looking winded. She sees you and jogs over.

"I think I need to get away from here," she gets out between her deep, desperate breaths.

[Carthrat]

"Wha? What happened? If you don't want to see me fighting, that's no problem," says Carthrat, confused, anxiously checking around for danger.

[Anastasia]

"No, some spectators got a little...too friendly," she scowls. "I got in a spot of trouble when I told them I wasn't game."

[Carthrat]

"You should've just hit them," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "They're not gonna bother trying anything with a girl who might be able to fight back."

[Anastasia]

Rachel looks to the side, a part of the pavement suddenly of interest to her. "I did. It was my first reaction."

[Carthrat]

"What, an actual punch?" says Carthrat, getting interested. "Or more of a slap?"

[Anastasia]

She starts walking quickly, away from the arena. "Special option 3," is all she says.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat facepalms. "You didn't," he says, following her. "That's the most painful thing any man can go through!"

[Anastasia]

"Not that," she says in a clipped voice, continuing away from the arena with much haste.

[Carthrat]

"You broke his windpipe?" says Carthrat. "Well, we all make mistakes. Lucky nobody around here will really care."

[Anastasia]

"Bloody idiot," she hisses, upset in her voice. "Magic. Sorcery. Clercial might from above. Whatever name suits you," she grates out as she goes on. "A Flame Blade was more than suffient, I found."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat whistles. "Isn't that going a bit overboard for a pervert?"

[Anastasia]

"Not for a potential rapist," she grunts. "And he's going to be doing anything but raping now, Selena help me." she walks on, trying to put rapid distance between her and the arena.