[Rhargn Etn]

Teeth clenched as Rhargn's first attack knocked the wind out of his opponent, followed by the release of his weapon, if it was to be a fair fight, then both would be weaponless. If one thing was to be said for the barbarian, he had morals, but would that be a disadvantage in the pits? Only time would tell.

As the titan plummeted towards Leather, he felt a masculin grip clamp onto his vunerable throat, his face screwing up in discomfort. The face she presented was rather repulsive, which fueled Rhargn into picturing her as a man even more so. However, the next thing he knew, within the blink of an eye, he'd been flipped onto his back with Leather upon him, hands tightening on his throat.

It clicked, no more would the ruffian see her as a weaker being, no more would he play about, it was time to tear the essence from her very body, and with a great roar, he ripped his sheathed dagger from it's holder with his left hand, and forced it towards the center of Leather's back. At the same time, Rhargn shot forward a right jab hoping to connect with the female throat, so that she began to suffocate on a collapsed wind pipe.