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[@Mr Allen J]
[quote]"That weird boobie woman probably has more STDs than a hooker, I can just smell the gonorrhea!" She chuckled some more. "Sorry, but I like a more wholesome woman." She didn't laugh, because she figured that she was probably annoying Margot at this point with her laughter.

"That said, I want a real fight. Not some weird shit like that!"[/quote]

   Margot wiped water off her face as she stood up and leaned against a wall, rubbing her chin. [color=cyan] "I think I know that feeling. You get yourself all worked up for a match, getting prepared mentally and physically only to have it all be for nothing? It's almost like trying to lift a box that you thought was full of books only for it to be full of clothes."[/color] She started down the hallway again, heading back to the lockers. [color=cyan] "If you'll forgive me for stating the obvious,"[/color] she motioned to the sword on her hip, [color=cyan]"I am a fencer. It's in my blood. I used to travel around the world for fencing competitions. Every so often someone would get suddenly sick at the last moment, get stuck in traffic, or any number of things and I'd be declared the winner at the last moment."[/color]

   She pointed at the grappler, her face serious. [color=cyan] "Point is, you can't let yourself get tripped up by that. You're going to advance to the next round and unless all your opponents suddenly get food poisoning you're going to get a proper fight."[/color] Her demeanor softened as she smirked. [color=cyan] "But for now, we get to relax until they announce the next match-ups. Gives me time to tend to my swords and repair my outfit and for you,"[/color] her smirk turned into a grin, [color=cyan] "time to tell me about the 'wholesome women' you like."[/color] She shrugged. [color=cyan] "Or whatever fist fighters have to do to prepare for a match."[/color]