With the sounds of engines roaring and flaring, the imaginary crowd hollering in her ears. Excitement sending waves of heat through her veins, a bit of her father's recklessness and brovado truly showing in her. Bita soared towards the growing battlefield, two squares already forming as she rocketed towards the blob that is labeled as her's. With a deft motion she spun her body mid air and slapped the jiggling mass, its strange composition erupting into a standard issue Pundambayan Martial Art's training hall. Not dissimilar to human martial arts halls with foam mats and wooden practice posts, weights strewn about. It was the first thing that came to her head when the thought of combat raced through her thoughts.

Her feet touched down on the mat with a silent thud, muttering a silent word in the ancient language of her ancestors. [color=f7941d]"Jaggar Roh."[/color] A violent surging light erupted from the core of her body and spiralled around her, positioning itself above various parallel points on her body. Spinning into circular rings of golden light that shimmered softly above her suit of armor. 

There really wasn't much for her to do now that her arena had been created, the questions of how it actually worked were likely to go unanswered. So she figured not to pry. Bita shrugged slightly and made her way to the center, raising a hand in a salute to the entity at the center. Speaking to him in her native tongue as to avoid the competition understanding her. 

The assumption standing that she believes that this entity is high enough on the spiritual level to outright understand her language, but her competition clearly wouldn't even be able to comprehend the words. [color=f7941d]"So, these losers are here for me to crush, correct?"[/color] She thumbed towards the two that had already arrived. [color=f7941d]"Slim pickings in the multiversal convention or something?"[/color]