Zarha sparks a mixture of cheers and booing, but not from Boros he was cheering for the young witch...the soldier before her had brought Boros a hefty pot of winnings from his single bet alone! He had bet all of that on Zarha while most bets were placed on her creature to win, fools.

"THE TENSION IS RISING! LET US WAIT NO LONGER! BRING US DABARA!"

A large gate opens on the other side of the pits and for a moment nothing happens and nothing appears...then something stirred in the shadows a haggard worn torn battle hardened grizzly bear lumbers out. His murder mitts leave behind tufts of sand, a broken chain dangles from around his neck and he stands on his back legs...growling loudly...he stood three feet taller than Zarha and it was easy to see despite the space between them. Dabara falls back on his front legs brown rage filled eyes on the new smell...food? Entertainment? It knew no difference between the two, it was food and fun.

Boros made a hasten exit.

(Alright post the result of a d20 role for me in your next post Zarha Sliva! Like any combat please describe what your character does as far as actions/combat)

Bear Roll: 3

Zarha Sliva shot hit true burying deep in the gut only stopping because of its ribs. It went back down to all fours and it was angry practically foaming at the mouth as it began to charge toward Zarha, the bear was so round the arrow dragged the ground snapping eventually, he was aiming to chomp her leg or perhaps to ram her with its massive frame...