Soljyr frowned, confused as to why two acts would display simultaneously. Was it a competition or something? While the sword swallowing was rather interesting, it lacked the same flair that the woman's performance had. Breathing fire was nothing new to Soljyr, but even so, the manipulation of the element into a graceful and electric show stole his attention. He glanced over toward Sita and saw her frantically turning her her head back and forth to keep up with both performances. She really didn't want to miss a thing..
Sita nodded, leaning over the edge of the seat. "Yeah! Dis is amazing!" she yelled, gasping as the man devoured yet another razor blade. She turned her head to watch the whips ignite. The darkness in the dome really made the attention center on the women, even if all the acts were under a blindingly brilliant spotlight. The fire-breather was holding up the double-sided torch to her mouth again, and the other woman stopped her pirouette to prepare herself. The spotlights dimmed. Then, whoosh! An impressive jet of fire exploded at the other woman, and she swiftly twirled her whips to capture the fire. She cracked her whips a few times before she ran at the fire-breather (who had now crouched down on her knees), leaped over her head and performed an extravagant flip, twisting the whips around her in mid-air as she stuck the landing. The woman quickly extinguished the flames, and the two took one another hand-in-hand and bowed to a thunderous applause. "WOW! I wanna do stuff with fi'we! Such pwetty haiw, too!"
The spotlight flashed on, and Soljyr clapped enthusiastically. Overhearing Sita, he noted that both of the women on display had a fiery hue to their hair, an orange-ish blaze that accompanied them. It seemed all the more flawless, even as they stepped offstage.
Something Soljyr hadn't noticed, however, was the colossal, steel spherical cage that had been set up during the intermission; he wasn't quite sure how he missed it, honestly. The audience calmed again, like an ocean almost, and the spotlights were redirected toward one of the entrances on the opposite side of the arena. A woman opened the cage door and flipped it down so that it became a ramp. Back on the other end, there was a violent thrum of several motorcycle engines. A loud screech echoed off the dome walls. Motorcycles accelerated down a run way, their bright headlight illuminating the path up to the cage. And there they went; five of them total, all speeding up the ramp into the sphere. No surface inside that sphere was off-limits; they rolled around the sphere, fighting gravity as they rode along before rolling along the bottom again. Their paths were comparable to those of an electron around a nucleus with absolute precision. How they could all complete their path without crashing into one another baffled Soljyr.
Sita had never seen a motorcycle before, but she had heard them once. "What awe those?" she asked Arora, refusing to turn her head away from the action. It was very loud; she wasn't sure Arora could hear her.
