(ooc: Sorry, Asaki, for this extreme reaction, but what you did would really throw the OGHRUN into a frenzy. Sorry about this. : / )

The Captain lies stunned on the ground for a few moments after being hit by the spell, and the crowd goes deathly silent, all eyes turning with a burning hatred towards Asaki. The slave warriors begin to back away in fear... but not of Asaki...

With a rattling of chains, two gates open into the arena. A huge mass of OGHRUN soldiers, heavily armoured and carrying massive swords in their beefy hands, storm into the arena.

The practice of magic is hated and feared by the OGHRUN more than anything else, and to see anything resembling magic used anywhere within the city limits is percieved as the most deadly of all threats. The OGHRUN make no exception here - Asaki is too dangerous to be used as a slave, and will suffer appropriately for her actions.

The forms of soldiers fill up the domed battlefield at an alarming rate, the ground thundering below their huge feet. Ganging up on the companions, the warriors are swatted and hurled aside with frightening speed. Two soldiers seize Asaki - one holds her wrists, the other her ankles, and they carry her at speed out of the arena.

As quickly as they came, the guards have left, leaving only their footsteps as reminders of their presence. The gates close behind them with an ominous boom.

The slave warriors slowly recover their wits and begin to close in on the companions again, who can now begin to get back up again.

Meanwhile, the soldiers run as fast as possible. They run up to a massive steel cell-door, and hurl Asaki inside. The several bolts can be heard slamming into place as they lock her into the steel-walled cell.

Asaki is left alone, with only a tiny slit for a window high above her. Faint beams of yellowish light filter into the room from the empty arena that the window looks out onto. The cell is devoid of furniture or comforts, the steel cold beneath Asaki's body. A voice rings faintly through the thick steel door.

"For practicing sorcery within our city, you have automatically forfeited your life and will be executed upon the completion of the tournament. You will be beheaded and your remains burned, the ashes scattered to the four winds. Make peace with your gods, Sorcerous One."

Not caring whether Asaki heard him or not, the OGHRUN soldier then turns away in disgust and after assigning a guard regiment, leaves to watch some less problematic fights...