Marianne listened to what the smart man had to say. In all honesty, Marianne had tuned out most of what he was talking about. She didn't hear what clear voy ants were. She just had a dumbfounded look on her face. Suddenly, the boy had said something very sharp and quickly. Marianne realized that she should be listening to what the man had said. He said something about not killing each other.

[color=f7976a]"Eh? Killin'? Whaddya mean killin'? I thought we were wreslin'"[/color] She said, her voice in a very confused tone.

She looked around her; the other students were trying to make oreilles de crisse out of each other. It was a huge shock for the confused Marianne.

[color=f7976a]"EH? Why are they trynna kill each otha?"[/color] She yelled out, panicking. She didn't know what to do. She wasn't prepared for this. She stood up and began to run a round the arena.

[color=f7976a]"We gotta help 'em not kill each otha!"[/color] She said, smashing her right hand into her left palm. She looked outside of their arena, her back facing towards the sleeping edge-filled man. She began to formulate a plan (an overstatement) using what little of her knowledge she had.