The Blood Brides' Gladiatrix School

Thus far Caerys seemed rather indifferent to Titus. She shook her head in disapproval at how he simply stood still. With superior reach she swung her flail at him with a few attacks meant to distract him- but ignored they would still hit- before tossing the net over him. The barbed net likely wouldn't harm him through his armor, and she counted on him to ignore her attacks thus far. But the net served another devious purpose.

Even if he dodged, or Caerys entangled only a limb, The barbed net's handle had a switch that, when activated, caused the metallic net to suddenly begin constricting. Titus's mobility and ability to defend himself would likely be reduced to next to nothing, and Caerys could wail on him with impunity.

((wow, really, that strong...))

Caerys rolled out of the way of the chain, its movements familiar to her like a dance partner. Though others may wield such an exotic weapon, only a gladiatrix could make it dance. The chain touches her though, barely, the force causing a bruise on her arm and her to wince in pain. She did not anticipate that any human could be so strong as to break through forged steel chains and structural members, though.

Well, at least she forced him to lose his helmet- another move she wanted, make the man lose a piece of his armor. The net fell to the ground, coiled around the helm.

She decided to give him what he looked for, and began attacking head on. She launched the flail at his shield wailing against it repeatedly, trying to wrap about his arm and cause his defense to be lowered, so she could move in for her real attack- her sharpened nails swiping a shallow cut just above his brow.

On the Balcony...

Sylvia winced when she saw that the armored man destroyed a small part of her gladiator school. She sighed, understanding that these mercenaries would be capable in their own way. Still, for Caerys's sake pitches a sale to the Mercenaries.

"As you can see, while Vermilion lacks the... brutish might... of your companion, she fights with her wits and experience, adapting to her foes as needed. Truly, describe to her the foe she is to fight and the place where she fights, and by her training she will come up with a means to defeat it... And if not, she will adapt."

The nail polish on Caerys's scalpel-hard nails served as an insidious blood thinner, making an already difficult to heal wound bleed more vigorously. It was superficial damage, not even that painful, but the blood that constantly poured from the above brow wound would blind, or at least greatly interfere with Titus's sight.

"You've spent an unnecessary amount of energy to fight me. Still think I'm not good enough?" Caerys asked, as she reeled from the swift punch. It was strong, but nothing she couldn't handle. She took a few steps back to let the stinging injury seep in and hamper Titus further. Large as he was, he was still vulnerable to the same things any human opponent was...

Titus lifted his good arm up to wipe some blood out of his eye, ineffective as it simply smeared it even more. He looked down at the arm, the blood sliding across the armor's smooth surface. He glared back up at Caerys, he knew he was done, his shield arm was useless for now, his eyesight impaired, his helmet gone.

Titus looked back to Krutis, Vergil and the others, an almost sad look on his face. He wondered if he should continue, it was up to Vergil or Krutis, his silent gaze asked what to do. If told to he would keep on fighting, Titus was a loyal man and when he accepted someone as his superior he did not question their authority.

"I've seen enough of this one."He looked at Krutis who was now staring at the wall behind them not wanting to watch anymore. He turned to pat Eli on the back. "You're up my friend." He was now playing competitively with his men this was either going to be fun or may cripple the group for good. He turned around to whisper to Sylvia. "We may have to talk about medical expenses after this."

Eli had been unimpressed with the whole fight. Titus didn't have a true weapon, she had access to a fucking rack of them. He gave a slight nod to Titus as he returned the warrior's sword. As he descended from the balcony into the arena he spoke.
"I want t' lay down one ground rule here: choose whatever weapons ya' want, but you have t' carry all of 'em on ya', just like ya' would have t' do in the field. It ain't much of a test if it ain' realistic. Sure, ya' beat him, but he refused t' use his sword, an' you had as many weapons as you could think of. You're no' gonna have tha' on the job."
Once he reached the training area, he drew his sword. It seemed to pulse briefly with a red tint, though it would be hard to notice. Eli wore lighter armor than Titus, though it was still pretty protective, it also allowed for more mobility than what Titus had.