SRW Specials: Meet n Greetin' the Earthshaker!

The flying table leg towards Hathiya's face found itself getting caught by her trunk, making a slap sound of wood smacking hard skin.

The trunk tightened itself around the leg, and the wood snapped, the table leg now 3 pieces as two piece fell to the floor with a wooden sound, while the trunk coiled around the wooden part it had. Then it opened, revealing she had turned the piece into sawdust.

Hathiya took a single step forward, and the ground shook again. Except unlike the other times, where it felt like a tremor but it had some energy that would surprise or excite people, this tremor felt far more ominous.

It had a strange rumble noise, sounding almost alive. And whatever that noise was, however one would call it, sounded like a beast. A beast that had just been disturbed from it's slumber. Not helping that Hathiya's footstep also caused several of the ceiling lights to flicker, with the red dots in her eyes where the pupils are still glowing in the dark, piercing right into Croo-El's eyes.

Hathiya's eyes never blinked. They never looked away. The hateful, rage filled looking eyes just kept staring down at the croc. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. And Hathiya's soul it seemed right now was very, very angry.

Hathiya came to a stand still. The red dots in her eyes glinting, staring directly at Croo-El. Her stance, with one foot forward, and her arms on either side, seemed like she was ready to suddenly strike out. Who could imagine what she was about to do next? Would Croo-El actually be left standing at all after this?!

So color everyone's shock when Hathiya....took a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her brows were still knit into a frown, and she was now shaking in anger. The floor under her suddenly cracked, which caught some people watching offguard, as she relaxed and opened her eyes. Now she had returned to normal. The same gentle, kind face (though still frowning) had returned. And so had her voice.

"....no." she said with a notable tone of annoyance in her voice.

Hathiya let Croo-El finish what she had to say, and then replied,

"Yes. When I said I can get you a rematch, I meant it. All we had to do...was ask. I'd be willing to respect whatever timing Eros gave. Anytime. Anywhere." Then she frowned. "So mark my words when I say what you just saw was not an act. You almost killed someone, a child, because of your impatience. You should be glad they didn't die. I wouldn't have found something to calm down over, and...." then she paused for a bit, and sighed, resuming, "...all I'm gonna say is you would prefer me like this rather than that. So please. Before you call me a rat running into a hole, remember you're the coward attacking me from behind." She said the last bit with a tone of irritation.

And indeed a swarm of guards arrived! They were a bit late (or too late) but the fighters found themselves being surrounded on both sides by armed guards (numbering at least 50) wearing armor that was clearly designed to protect against blunt force trauma. Though whether it would've been any good is questionable. The guards were all carrying a variety of stun weapons, ranging from tranquilizers to shock lances for poking at troublesome people from a safe distance.

And then, right from among the midst of these guards, a figure popped out. He wasn't particularly tall, but his figure was noteworthy. Namely, his hair being a bushel of leaves with some odd purple flowers growing in them, his face a texture of wood with what seemed like carve lines that were in the shape of a face. He wore a sharp, black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, and on his chest was a lapel. It was the lapel of a Wardens Acolyte, and this one was one known among the employees as one of Eros' secretaries. The plant man Cirkot.

Cirkot had a rather jittery stance. It seemed he couldn't stop twitching and shaking for some reason, yet when he spoke, it was a calm and young voice speaking out that contrasted his rather erratic standing stance.

"Enough, ladies!" Cirkot demanded in a calm but firm voice. "Croo-El, you've had your fun for now. Hathiya, that's enough for today's Meet n Greet. Both of you have caused enough of a scene for today. Save it up for the ring, will you?"

Hathiya simply folded her arms, saying, "All right then. I will." She stared hard into Croo-El's eyes. "I'll try to get us the biggest arena that can fit the most people in, so everyone can watch you make an arrogant fool out of yourself again. How about that?"

Cirkot's eyes widened incredulously. His usual jitteriness seemed to increase, and he even pulled his collar a bit. "W...you were right around the corner, ma'am? B-but I thought you said you were here with her! I came here because I thought you needed....." he sputtered. His calm tone had evaporated and a nervous one seemed to emerge. Cirkot then sighed.
"Gotta admit, this would become the talk of the town for the next week or so. Maybe longer? At least worth a Pay Per View."

But Hathiya seemed focused on some other factor. She stared at Eros.

"How....how long were you there?"