Sarnai vs. Ark - Biology vs. Technology

Sarnai, Steppe Warrior
Vs.


Ark, the Communications Satellite

The familiar music of violins and singing began, heralding the theme song of the Steppe Warrior herself. Sarnai descended the ramp, jogging up to the ring, silently glaring at it, as she seemingly  ignored everyone's cheering and walked up to the squared ring.

Taking a jump and using the ropes to hoist herself over, she easily leapt into the ring, no time wasted, as she walked over to a corner, and turned around, arms folded, eyeing the ramps. She had heard about her opponent, who was a bit strange even for her tastes.

Oh well. Whoever it was was going to get a taste of what an Ornali warrior can be.

Next, a menacing mechanic theme would start to play as a evil magic girl looking figure walk out of the ring, Ark would walk down the ramp, remain in silent as she focus on her foe, which is a Satyr. Ark is not impressed, this is going to be easy, BUT, she would try to entertain herself by play with her food slightly.

Ark would slide into the ring as she tilt her head slightly, crack her knuckles as she focus on the soon to be victim Satyr as she lean against her turnbuckles, start analyzing her foe as her red left eye shine slightly

Sarnai lifted her chin, arms still folded. What an odd looking fighter. Her attire looked rather impractical and like it would get in the way of fighting. Her long hair and that stuff coming off her head seemed like something she could use as leverage against her while grappling.

Shrugging, she unfolded her arms and stomped her hooven feet on the ring floor, a sort of war cry in her own way.