Aphrah stepped lightly out into the tournament arena, surveying the landscape. It was a wide open area, with few places to hide. She did see a few pillars, but they offered her no shade to escape to. Still, someone could hide behind one of those if they pressed themselves against one carefully, a risky strategy. The arena was well lit, making the dark elf stand out, her charcoal colored skin easy to spot across the venue. She cursed the luck of it, but decided she would still be alright.
Then she spotted her opponent. It was a young human woman, short with red hair. Aphrah arched an eyebrow at the girl, she didn't look like she would pose much of a challenge. The elf wriggled her fingers in anticipation, wondering were exactly this girl was most ticklish, vowing to take her time finding out. "I hope you're ready to laugh, girl!" Aphrah called out to her opponent as she sauntered forward. "Because you'll be doing a lot of it before I let you surrender." Aphrah grinned confidently as she picked up the pace, her bounding gate leaping towards the redhead. Aphrah had almost reached striking distance, when…
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