Feeling twitchy, Remy had decided to watch a few games in the arena and check out the newbies. He walked into the sand arena as it was the closest with a game starting soon.
When he stepped in, he walked up to the protective fencing that surrounded the arena like a cage ("Welcome to Thunderdome!" he always thought when he saw it) and hooked his fingers into the metal. The crowd was sparse as it usually was during the week. The games on the weekends drew the big crowds and the bigger gamblers. The largest were the tournaments - one that Gambit was scheduled for that weekend (thank you SO much, Massa Ginny).
The games during the week were usually little more than practice rounds for the blues and rarely ended in a death.
Gambit's eye was caught by the first opponent stepping out onto the arena, the flash of bare feet under her long loose black robes catching his eye. His eyes traveled up from her feet to the shapeless robes that still somehow conveyed a secret femininity underneath to the graceful arch of her neck, the thick blue-black hair hanging straight to her waist to her face. Her nose was straight and fine, her lips lush with a hint of color, her skin was a rich tan but it was her eyes. They were dark brown, so dark they were nearly black. She was, in a word, beautiful.
And stupid.
Remy watched with disbelief as the girl knelt on the arena with her opponent - a fierce looking mutant with wicked looking claws and an impressive set of kanines - standing right there. Then she not only knelt, she laid her head on the sand.
His cry of warning was lost in the cheer of the crowd as the sharp clawed mutant sprang forward and knocked the girl over. This was going to get deadly fast, Remy thought having seen a few fights start out like this and end badly either for one or both mutants.
The fight was clumsy and not as quick as it could have been. He watched as the girl finally began to fight back and at first he thought that she had disappeared and stirred up the sand when he realized that she had become the sand.
The other mutant didn't even have a chance. He watched grimly as the white polished bones fell onto the ground as the girl reformed into her natural state and collapsed, looking as if she were going to be sick.
Frowning with... he hesitated to call it worry or concern, Remy made his way through the wildly cheering crowd to the back where only mutants and owners could go. The girl wasn't there yet, but she would be either on her own or with the handler's help.