"Well. So long as you died with it in our hand." Cindy looked away to hide her smile. Not really a bad way to go, if you must. Go out fighting. That's how she would like to go. That's how she seemed to be going, each time. But it was better then sitting back and waiting for it to happen.

So far there were no guns in the arena. Cindy herself wasn't too fond of guns, but she knew when they needed to be used, and for what purpose. But swords? She loved those.

"No kidding?" Cindy looked back, eyes bright with excitement. "How are you at fencing? Maybe when we get out of here, you can show me your skills. I'd love a good fencing partner." She gave a slow nod.

"You're only outmatched if you think you are. Swords can hold up against guns, if you know how to use it right."