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"Good luck out there, Lady Harin." Lyra whispered before vanishing off to the spectators stands.

A few moments later the gates shifted and soon began to rise. The roars from the crowd were deafening in this tiny place. Maria could barely hear the announcer as he yelled.

"Well now! Welcome one and all to this final round! Our current Champion has remained undefeated for several days now! Could this Firey Breton from another time be the one to finally stop the just as Firey Dunmer?"

A crack of light hit Marias face as the gates fully opened. Stood some distance away from her, with her back facing the Breton was a Dunmer with long flowing red hair that was tousled by the breeze. Her weapon, planted in the ground, was large and unfamiliar and she appeared to be wearing a rather simple set of males clothes.

"One born in Nobility, the other born into Windhelm, and we all know how shit that can be! Let the fight begiiiiin!"

Eilonwyn awaited her challenge.