Fiala
• Fiala could feel a twitch come on as she saw a monster of here fall flat to the ground. Silas was one of her five prized fighters, and though he did put up a pretty decent fight against a champion, he didn't win. As she watched him on the stage knocked out, she motioned for the paramedics to drag him away. She stared him down as he was put on the stretcher and could only feel a twinge of pain for him. But sympathy never got anyone anywhere in this business. She swiftly turned her head, pale lavender eyes peering at the woman standing victorious on the stage. Tch. Shaw has quite the set of champions. The words ran through her mind, slightly frustrated, but her expression was that of a cold and composed one.
• She studied the female on the stage, noting how she was a few years younger than herself. She knew that she had been around since the very beginning. Maybe it wasn't fair of Fiala to pit one of her monsters against one like Amaya if they were not prepared for it, and not to mention that she did know that he was drugged, but maybe that'll teach him to bite his tongue next time. Fiala simply sighed, not appreciating the defeat, but it was to be expected. There was a slight disappointment in herself as well that she bet against him, but she had to make income somehow.
Cyryn
• Cyryn watched as the final shot was blown, causing Amaya's opponent to daftly fall to the ground. It was easy to tell that he most likely had a broken rib, but that was, unfortunately the competition. He watched as Amaya's arm was raised high into the air, her victory being made known to everyone. He grimaced slightly at the other monster and his loss, knowing that his time would probably come soon. But he'd cross that bridge when he'd get to it.
• As he saw the blood drip down Amaya's face, he noted that the paramedics rushed into help her. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with, and that did cause Cyryn to respect her. Of course he would never admit it. His face was that of a blank one as he watched the paramedics attempt to heal the two that were fighting, one in far worse a condition than the other.
Xia
• As Xia watched as friend of here's fall flat to the ground ko'd, she felt a twinge inside her. She peered back at Fiala standing in the VIP stands and could tell that she was seething, though her face was completely expressionless. Xia lowered her gaze to lie on Silas. She knew that the only reason that Fiala pitted him against Amaya was because of that mouth of his, but despite that, Xia still did't take much joy in seeing brutal outcomes. However, she did sign up for this.
• Xia's chest heaved as she caught a strand of her hair. It was still blue from the fight from a few days ago, but it was no longer as bright as it was before, which only meant that she should be able to fight again by tomorrow, much to her dismay. She had gained a huge gash in he side that turned into a scar in a matter of days. She still won though, however, she had lost the one before that one. It had lost Fiala a lot of money, and she was not pleased.
• Xia turned around and saw her owner. She noted her. closing her eyes as if she were trying to compose herself. Xia turned around and saw Silas on the stretcher again. She came to watch these things as a constant reminder not to take her owner lightly.