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"Nobody here can satisfy my hunger. No champion is a fighter of any merit, and none of them can slake my lusts."

Tobias's declaration meets Charis's stoic gaze. The tiger's eyes slit, filled with disdain rather than the perverse glee the killer usually holds.

"Didn't you hear me?" He growls, tail swishing. "I've got nothing left! Fuckin' ain't fun. This Tournament of Pleasure is a joke. I don't want to get my dick wet anymore. I have more pressing hunger!" His teeth chatter, a growling purr rising up from his chest.

Charis remains silent.

Claws extend and retract from within the tiger's fingers. "And you're a joke yourself! The fuck'd they expect me to do with a fuckin' horse!? But you're not totally a horse are ya? What the fuck are you? You got two hearts in there? A set of udders under yer skirt as well as those knockers under your top? If I were to rip you in half, would your top half be able to live as if you were just some legless human? "

Charis clops a hoof against the ground, snorting.

The tiger's whiskers twitch. "Nothing's gettin' to you, is it, ya cunt!?"

He rushes forward, his claws slashing through the air.

Charis rears back, kicking front hooves at him, striking him across the jaw.

Blood erupts from Tobias's face, but his claw finds its mark, scratching against Charis's front leg, sending warm streams of pain up through her.

Charis hobbles back, controlling her breath.

Tobias spits. Blood mixes with the clatter of teeth to the ground.

Charis rushes forward, but the killer tiger hops out of the way, slashing once more at the spot he previously carved.

Charis leaps high over him, his attack whiffing, but his broken-toothed smile does not falter. Mid-way through his slash, he throws his arm upward, claw pressing to the horse hide, scratching along her belly.

Charis lands with a faltering step, blood dripping from underneath, but she's quick, kicking Tobias with her hind legs.

With a crack, the tiger flies forward, slamming against the ground and laying there in the midst of his searing pain.

For a long time, he doesn't move, but his bloodied claws scrape against the ground, and his chest rumbles in his deep purr. "That's it..." he growls. "In this life, it's kill or be killed, and in life... the climax comes far too quickly to have any real fun."

Charis steps to her opponent, keeping weight off of her injured leg, staring down at him with that silent burning contempt, only her ear twitching in the silence.

"What's the matter, bitch?" he growls, pushing himself up to his elbows, body shaking in the agony in his spine. "You haven't said a single... fucking word since we got here!"

Sweat beads upon his brow, his whole world swishing in a dizzying spin. "I know I ain't got you tongue... so what is it!?"

Once on his knees, he catches his breath, claws burying into his knees. "Ha... ha... at least... show me yer tits for all the trouble I put myself through!

Charis's hands move up along her upper body, gripping at her top.

Tobias's eyes widen, his broken smile widening. "Now that's what I'm talkin' abou-"

With an equine knee, Charis shuts the tiger up, sending him sprawling onto his back, completely knocked out.

On her injured knee, she falls, and with the loss of blood, the centaur also finds herself joining him outside of the world of the waking.

"Well, you certainly won that fight," says the unmistakable voice of the herald Elicia. The elf taps her elbow, glaring at the 'No Smoking' sign at the infirmary stable.

Charis lays upon a bed of straw, bandages etched with runes to aid in the healing process wrapped around her body. Her ears flutter, and she reaches up, pulling herself up along the wall so she sits at least eye-level with the seated elf.

"But your fight wasn't very sexy, was it? This is a sexfight tournament, you know. You should really be making these matches more fun."

"I am not going to have fun with a monster," Charis growls. "That... thing disgusted me."

"Oh, so now you decide to talk? Fortunate, then, that I wanted to ask you something."

Charis pushes up on her injured knee, standing up over Elicia. "What could a herald possibly want with me? You're not even the herald who summoned me here."

Standing herself, getting eye-to-eye with the centaur, Elicia continues. "I just want you to throw your next match, is all. You'll be going against Tikana, the Queen of the Kobolds, and I want her to make it to the finals. You're trending quite low in the polls you know. No one in the audience wants to fuck you. It's best that you return to your herd and to your simple, nomadic lifestyle upon the prairie."

"No one... likes me?" Charis grabs the gate, her arms shaking.

"It's a shame, but that's the truth. People do play their favorites in these major events, and you're not among them, but my Tikana is. The audience is here to see erotiwarriors and sex fighters. They aren't here to watch a horse flounder around. You understand."

"NO!"

Charis's shout breaks the flow of the conversation. Elicia flicks a cigarette from her cleavage and presses the stick to her lips, rolling it around while she waits for the rest.

Charis continues. "I came here to show my honor and skill. I cannot let my herd down by tucking my tail between my legs and running away."

"You're a centaur dear," Elicia says. "Running is what you do best, and I can assure you if you don't run now, your defeat is going to humiliate you more. I'll make sure of that."

"Do your worst, witch," Charis says. "I'll be waiting."

"And so will I..." Elicia says, sauntering away. "It's going to be most entertaining."