Not that she wanted to. She couldn't see this going well. She had never lasted this long; usually she died of some kind of natural event mid-way through the Arena, before she could do anything properly. But somehow, she'd survived. Maybe she just got better at living. Maybe it was because she was surrounded by helpful allies. Who really knew; it was all pure speculation at that point.
She gestured for Don to follow her as she headed away from their camp, towards the trees. Her eyes were out for any movement, her ears open for any sounds that weren't distinctive as Don's movements. "How do you think this is going to go down?"
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Not that she wanted to. She couldn't see this going well. She had never lasted this long; usually she died of some kind of natural event mid-way through the Arena, before she could do anything properly. But somehow, she'd survived. Maybe she just got better at living. Maybe it was because she was surrounded by helpful allies. Who really knew; it was all pure speculation at that point.
She gestured for Don to follow her as she headed away from their camp, towards the trees. Her eyes were out for any movement, her ears open for any sounds that weren't distinctive as Don's movements. "How do you think this is going to go down?"