|Pit-Fighter's Mace||275||230||333||100||Increases Attack by +5 for each additional Pit-Fighter set item owned; PvP Bonus: +300 power, +50 damage, +20 deflect||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Spikes||275||230||333||100||Increases Attack by +5 for each additional Pit-Fighter set item owned; PvP Bonus: +300 power, +50 damage, +20 deflect||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Brow-Guard||275||230||333||100||Increases Attack by +5 for each additional Pit-Fighter set item owned; PvP Bonus: +300 power, +50 damage, +20 deflect||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Chest||275||230||333||100||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Bracers||275||230||333||100||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Loincloth||275||230||333||100||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Boots||275||230||333||100||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Ring||275||230||333||100||Current Expeditions|
|Pit-Fighter's Beast||425||300||500||135||Blood in the Pit: Increases Attack by 60; PvP Bonus: +325 power||Current Expeditions|
|Molly the Gouger||375||250||438||Biting and Gouging: Molly the Gouger's Attack and Defense increase by 20 for each unique Pit-Fighter set item owned; Increases Player's Attack by 80||Current Expeditions|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 3160|
|Duel Power: 4420|
|1. "Wait! Mercy! Mercy!" the fighter screamed.
"Look, I've got nothing against you," Molly said. "I just need that prize money. And they're paying double for kills today."
She raised her mace. He screamed again, but not for long.
|2. "Why don't you wear more armor?" the physician asked, as he stitched Molly's wound.
"Don't be stupid. The crowd would lynch me. They come to see blood, sweat, and torn throats."
"You'll get yourself killed!"
"Welcome to the pit. Now hurry and patch me up. I have to go claim my prize."
|3. "Here's your gold," the pit owner said.
He passed Molly the pouch. She held it in her hand, jingled it, and frowned.
"You're new at this game, so I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Save the tricks for the novice fighters who don't know any better. Now give me the rest, or I'll take the difference out of your guts."
He yanked a handful of coins from his purse. They fell between his hasty fingers and glittered amongst the grime.
|4. Molly handed Targan the pouch. His eyes widened.
"You won?" he asked.
"That's why I'm here instead of being thrown into the beast cage as cheap feed."
"This is more gold than I'll even make in the kitchens..."
He paused and gulped. Molly sensed the familiar 'but' coming. She kissed him and stole it from his tongue.
|5. "A tournament?" Targan exclaimed. "You fought last night!"
"The crowd loves me," Molly replied. "And the owner loves the money I bring in."
"I'll be all right. Save your pity for the poor bastards they match me up with."
|6. Molly's spike plunged into her opponent's face. It tore his eyeball and drove deep inside his brain. She grinned. Until she felt the warm wetness...
She looked down, swore, and collapsed.
|7. "I told you," the physician said. "If you'd worn proper armor-"
"Shut up." Molly got off the table and inspected her gaping wound. "So whose idea was it?"
"The owner's. He said people paid good money to see you in the next match, and he wasn't going to disappoint them."
"Bastard... Maybe I'll eat his brains after the fight."
We said we'd spend the rest of our lives together. We've kept that promise. And I can't ask you to bed a corpse, so it's time for you to find someone else. Take this ring. It's not as nice as the one you gave me, but just tell people it belonged to the Gouger and it'll bring you ten times as much.
Don't be so bloody stupid. Dead or not, you're still my girl.
Come to my place for supper this evening. I'll cook sheep brains.