(victory has been declared, hchch and ychth bested and pinned by the combined ability of two savage fighters. poison means nothing to either of them, carrying immunities and the skills to negate it, the aranean males' weapons reduced to ordinary trinkets in a dance with a demon and monster. still, the fight manages to prove arduous and heavy damage is exchanged—a close match that keeps the entire stadium entertained and on the edges of their seats.

hearing horns to flag the end of the match blare, the crowd roars its judgement. they want death and their entertainers oblige them.

there's blood everywhere, loose ground of the arena soaking it into clots they crush with the soles of their boots. in the final struggle, sebastian feasts in a display of hellish black tendrils while hei stands resolute and on guard as though the demon could ever need him. a red hand comes away from his face and something viscous beads from his chin. macabre, all of it. he doesn't know what sebastian's take on it is, but the first word that comes to him is "messy"—needlessly gory and inefficient, but dispatched with a performance in mind.

and they have to continue the show:) To Shaiy! (hei spits it loud and through bloody teeth, voice carrying startlingly well. he hears it echoed by sebastian and smirks despite himself, spreading an arm out wide to present his partner.

they even find the time to sweep into deep bows, postured, respectful, and synced—a good a moment as any to find and chat these victors up while they're still in the arena with scattered limbs, overstaying their welcome. note: replies will come individually so be sure to address a specific character unless you want both to strike up separate chats.)