So, the fighting which took place in the pit was exactly like what Nureka had pictured it to be; there were raised platforms here and there, roughly made ramps which could be easily ran up for a vantage point, as easily as they could be destroyed by the machines which were running and trying to get to whomever they were fighting. The whole experience seemed like controlled chaos and the crowd around her were fully immersed; the noise and cheers were almost deafening, but the mechanical roars, clicks, and attacks which came from the machines themselves mingled into the sounds of the crowd and melded together that it all just seemed to be one.
Nureka supposed that was sort of the point, this place had a multipurpose use; on the one hand yes, it was a chance for fighters to show their skills, to compete, train and learn, with the hopeful outcome of not dying by the claws and teeth of those they were against; on the other hand, it was a place that bought everyone together, the three clans of the Tenakth were crowded into this space, all universally enjoying the battle before them. There was something absolutely amazing about how such a place could bring people together, Nureka couldn't help but sigh, of course a place of fighting would unite a tribe of fighters, that just went without staying.
She was leaning her chin against her palm; her elbow had rested against her knees as she sat in the stalls watching a small group try and tackle the machines before them. She recognised the clicking and scanning noises of a Watcher before she even fully entered the stall area and sat down. Her eyes flicked sidelong and watched as one Watcher extended its neck up, its lone eye scanning before locking onto its target, with agile speed and a leap it had easily tackled its opponent. The spindly legs of the Watcher twitched in the air as the rest of its body wiggled in the dirt to turn itself back over and jump away from a fighter trying to get to their comrade.
By the time she had fully sat down, the Watcher had been fended off, only in doing so these two had left their other friend to deal with watching their backs. This task seemed tricky, especially considering the other two machines present was another Watcher, but also a Clawstrider, the latter clearly having fire erupting from the vents along its tail and also trailing from its mouth as it paced a few metres away assessing the situation. Every so often it would come close, but for the most part was clearly watching the Watchers before finding an in; Nureka scrunched her nose up, the way into the action was the deafening screech which it could emit, and she watched those in the pit instinctively clap their hands to their ears. That was the turning point for the machines to make their moves, to try and win this fight.
Nureka straightened up and looked at Kotallo, needless to say his eyes were flicking between fighter and machine, Nureka could only presume he was assessing. He had to be, right? She knew he spent time in the base assessing old fighting schematics, and tactics. Add that information to the knowledge he already had from his own experiences in war, and fights, Nureka couldn't help but inhale slowly. In his silence, Kotallo could also singlehandedly be the most tactfully minded person she'd ever know. She could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he watched the fight, she nodded slowly, he was so assessing; what would he do in this situation? What attacks would he counter with ones of his own to knock his opponent onto the back foot so he could chase that up with a finishing blow? Would he go it alone, or with a group, a squad? Nureka didn't know, though even just watching Kotallo fight a few times, she could safely say that in comparison to those in the pit, he outmatched them by quite a fair bit.
"Are you well?" Kotallo's voice pulled her from her thoughts. Nureka hadn't realised how much she had zoned out, just sitting, facing his way and staring without blinking. No wonder he sounded slightly concerned as his eyes scanned over her. He had tried saying her name a few times, to no avail, Kotallo didn't understand what the matter was, but her expression was a hard one to figure out. He did muse whether actually being here was a mistake, that she had second thoughts on being present and watching the fight, let alone contemplating taking part in one. Her not answering her name, was a worry to him; he had never seen her lost so much in her own thoughts that she seemed almost deaf to everything around her.
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Fanfiction"I have not met a Banuk before. Only heard tales, I did not think to see one here." It was a polite way of Kotallo saying that what he had heard, were fanciful tales of hermits in snow covered hills who did not wish to socialise with the wider world...
