[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjEwOThmOS5VbVZ1WVhKa0lFSnNaWFUsLjE,/scriptina.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr] [color=cyan] "Oh come on..."[/color] Margot had to rush to change out her damaged cape and to clean her sword before the blood dried, and now was kept in 'the green room', waiting for her foe, Walter Duncan to show up. The other fights had already started, and Andre had made apologies about how Walter was on his way. Now she watched on a the tournament's feed as Walter gave an interview to a reporter. "Mr. Duncan, have you seen the footage from your opponent's last fight? Aren't you worried?" The giant of a man bellowed out a laugh. [color=f7941d]"Not at all Bill, not at all. It's going to take more than speed and some sharp sticks to take me down."[/color] Margot turned around as she heard a laugh from beyond the door. [color=cyan] "Oh you're kidding me." [/color] [color=f7941d]"She's got one gimmick, her speed. Can't even grapple as far as I can tell. Just watch, I'll be done in under a minute."[/color] [color=cyan]"Really? That's how long you can last? I'd expect more endurance from you."[/color] Duncan turned around as Margot stepped out of the green room. "Ah, Margot, we were going to talk to you next. What do you think of of your opponent?" Margot balked a little as a microphone was shoved in her face. [color=cyan] "I think he's been keeping me waiting far too long. Now, are you going to keep flapping that sorry excuse for a moustache or are you going to head to the ring?"[/color] She walked past them towards the ring, only stopping to add, [color=cyan] "By the way, it's 'Renard Bleu' to you."[/color] [hr] [color=f7941d]"GERMAN SUPLEX!"[/color] That was about five minutes ago. Right now Margot was getting very well aquianted with the ground. Her sheathed sword fell out of her grip, coming to a rest a few feet away. [color=cyan][i]"Oh god how is he so sweaty already?"[/i][/color] She rolled out of the way to avoid a stomp from his educated feet, picking up her sword and standing up unsteadily. [color=cyan] "Alright," [/color] she held her sword up at him, [color=cyan] "You're giving me more trouble than I thought." [/color] Walter panted as well, his body covered in bruises, his right knee in particular feeling stiff. [color=f7941d]"I gotta admit, you're a pain in the ass."[/color] Margot smirked at that, and was about to quip back when the stadium shook from an explosion. [color=f7941d]"What the crap was that?"[/color] They both looked up in time to dodge a chunk of concrete that buckled the stage, sending them both flying off at the same time. They landed on their feet next to each other. [color=cyan] "Looks like the tournament's on hold" [/color] They both looked around at the landing robots, gunfire erupting around them. [color=f7941d]"Goddamnit, what the hell do they think they're doing?"[/color] He flipped over the water station table, the two barely ducking behind it to avoid a spray of bullets. Margot unsheathed her blades, pointing back to the locker rooms. [color=cyan] "Let's head back that way, we're sitting ducks here."[/color] Duncan nodded and got ready to spring. [color=f7941d] "Okay, on three. One. Two. Three!"[/color] They both dashed towards the door, a spray of bullets A few robots landed in front of them to try and stop them, but between the mountain of a man and her quick cuts, they were no obstacle. They were almost scott free when a lucky ricochet hit Duncan in the calf. He howled as he fell to the ground, skidding through the doors which Margot closed behind them. He clutched his leg and hissed. [color=f7941d] "Crap, bastard got me."[/color] He crawled to the wall and sat against it. He tried to stand up, but his attempt was cut short as soon as he put weight on it. Lifting his hands off the wound, he grimaced. [color=f7941d] "I've survived worse, but I can't walk like this."[/color] [color=cyan] "That bullet shouldn't have done so much damage to a Nomad. Looks it was made of that anti-ki alloy." [/color] She touched her stomach without thinking. [color=cyan] "Let's get you patched up."[/color] She stood up and looked around, checking around the corner before helping Duncan into the lockers. Then she helped dress his wound.[color=cyan]"Looks like it's relatively quiet here. I can try and find help, and hopefully other survivors. I'll send help when I can." [/color] Duncan was quiet for a moment, mulling it over. [color=f7941d] "Fine, but don't go dying on me. You still owe me a proper match"[/color] [color=cyan] "Wouldn't dream of it."[/color] She smirked. [color=cyan] "Let's focus on getting out alive before we talk about rematches."[/color] She stepped to the door and turned back. [color=cyan] "Good luck."[/color] Before he could respond, she was already heading down the hallway, trying to find a safe way through, and hopefully more survivors.