Zaria Riaser snarled as she blocked a blow from her opponent, bringing her leg up and swinging it round to kick the hybrid in the head. Not quick enough to move her leg away, he grabbed her leg with a smirk and flipped her over. Zaria landed on her stomach, her ankle still in the hybrids grip. Growling, she pushed herself up with her hands and struck out with her free foot, hitting the hybrid in the crotch. Even that was enough to send the hybrid doubling over for a fleeting moment, releasing Zaria's ankle.
Flipping away, the 317 year old vampire continued to block out the yells of those surrounding the ring. Them, those sadistic bastards, thought she was a tool, a pet, to be used by "Masters". But they had it all wrong - Zaria was free to do what she wanted, and what she wanted was to play.
It wasn't long before the Round-Master declared the allowance of weapon use. Zaria wasted no time, reaching into the interior of her leather boot and removing from it her dagger. Her opponents choice was an axe, and Zaria danced away from it, mostly on her toes. Spotting a gap, Zaria lunged forward, allowing the blade to sink into her opponents stomach. She twisted it as she spun away, before ripping the blade out. Blood dripped from the steal of the weapon.
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Half an hour later, Zaria found her running down the streets of the city. Sometimes flitting through patches of moonlight, but mostly sticking to the shadows. She had come upon the location of her "friends" - the place was a mess, bodies everywhere. She had picked up a scent, one that she was now searching for. Those "Friends" of hers were going to be her gateway to greatness. Now, those plans were on hold 'till she found others who could supply her with what she needed.