The Lucain that stood before the crowd in the arena definitely either wasn't sane, sober or fully aware of her surroundings. She looked a fierce sight though, which might have encouraged a few extra bets to be bought in her favour - the scars on her front legs adding to her image as a sort of fighter and the wicked scar that cut over her eye (though thankfully she had retained her vision) gave her a certain feral, but hardy air. Though that said, those scars were mainly from abuse as a child, but if they did the job at intimidation, why not?
Kapari took a few paces forward and wobbled a bit. She paused and took a few deep breaths - what was this strange place and what the hell was going on with her ability to think?
The last thing she remembered was Yorutanekke... Yoru, that freaking jerk. What had he done?
Kapari flicked her eyes over to her opponent, suddenly and painfully aware of the dangerous situation she was now in.
The Feyline Lucain narrowed her eyes - aware of what had to be done to get out of this place and with her hazy mind, she could probably do it with too much repercussions. The Lucain stepped forward a few paces, before aggressively lunging for the Kuhna's throat. She hoped to get a Chance Hit in, to help make this battle slightly easier.