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It is out of her own morbid curiosity that Isra has insisted they tread from the path they've been on towards the arena. She has little interest in the inter player combat that many seem to be consumed by but the opportunity to observe it is one she can't quite pass up. One of many things she will never quite understand about humanity, given the opportunity even the sweetest of souls will eagerly indulge in the demise of another.

A truth so many try to hide beneath false surfaces. It makes her grin in amusement as she watches the many milling about in the arena, watching the combatants go at each other and the clamor of their shouts at what they see. There's something incredibly familiar about the scene and there is no denying the woman feels incredibly at home here.

Surely it is a part of her she had thought she'd left behind, forgotten in the relic of that city from long before its destruction. She denies the thrumming of excitement in her, the eagerness to take part. She must silence it and squash it down deep before it takes hold and bleeds out into the world where she has purged herself of it.

She can't.

"Fight me." it's all she says when she turns to him, having not spoken much since they entered, content to observe until now. The scenario in game leaves her out of her element, but that matters little. A besides, it can't be so bad if she challenges him rather than a stranger, right?

Remiel Calcifet
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