It was scary, how Cindy was doing after the arenas so far. The first, yes, as horrifying. Just horrifying. Getting your head cut off by the victor just demoralizes you for awhile. Fables don't get killed easily, but it doesn't matter who you are, if your tale is one of the more popular ones; you'll die.
"The second one, he's the guy with the mask, right?" Comics weren't her thing. Boy Blue or Pinocchio would be the ones to talk to on that, and unfortunately (or fortunately), they weren't here. But Rorschach, that was a test, so she assumed it was the masked dude.
The saber was hers, now. If only there was some way to bring it out of the arena with her, she'd love it. Now she just needed a belt for it, and as luck would have it, the guy next to the stand had a good leather one. That'd work.
"Being a woman, girl, whatever, is working for respect. So you beat the ever loving fuck out of anyone who gets in your way." She looked back and grinned. "I like you, kid. Seriously, you're like a younger me, and it's pretty damn awesome."
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"The second one, he's the guy with the mask, right?" Comics weren't her thing. Boy Blue or Pinocchio would be the ones to talk to on that, and unfortunately (or fortunately), they weren't here. But Rorschach, that was a test, so she assumed it was the masked dude.
The saber was hers, now. If only there was some way to bring it out of the arena with her, she'd love it. Now she just needed a belt for it, and as luck would have it, the guy next to the stand had a good leather one. That'd work.
"Being a woman, girl, whatever, is working for respect. So you beat the ever loving fuck out of anyone who gets in your way." She looked back and grinned. "I like you, kid. Seriously, you're like a younger me, and it's pretty damn awesome."