[right][h2][sup][i][color=f07560]Knight[/color][/i][/sup][/h2][i]Rosaline Buckner[/i] [i]The Circus[/i][/right] The first battle was Sickle-Cell versus Automaton. The most famous criminal in Boston against… an unknown. Knight frowned, and focused. She was interested in how Sickle-Cell would fight in a scenario where nobody was obviously bleeding. So, the match started… … And Sickle-Cell gave up the moment he could speak, before being launched into the bars of the cage as his opponent hadn’t been able to stop her- notably powerful -attack. … He had given up, and the outrage was more or less obvious in quite a few of the audience. Knight… was actually amused. A soft giggle escaped her mouth, staring at where Sickle-Cell was sitting and his opponent advanced on him, a conversation seemingly taking place. [color=f07560]‘He sure knows how to make himself hated by the entirety of Boston…’[/color] She commented. Quite a few were unlikely to want to be his allies after this. He was unlikely to be accepted into the Circus as a contestant anytime soon again, either. No doubt he had agents that had betted on him losing or something, so. It was debatable if he’d be allowed to leave alive. Then again, Pipeline was laughing, so maybe the owner of the place was amused enough to let it slide this time. Oh, well. Well… That meant their battle was coming up faster. Three battles to go, one of which included Vector. … She continued speaking strategy with Ifrit, as they watched. Automaton and Sickle-Cell both left. It made Knight a little worried, what were they doing? Sickle-Cell wasn’t about to bomb the place, right? He HAD made himself an enemy of all the gangs in Boston, and wouldn’t this be a perfect opportunity to get rid of them all at the same time? Drop in a Gubbins bomb somewhere?… … … That made more sense than she wanted it to, in her mind. Yet, Knight stood still, silent. She defaulted to hoping that was not the case, as she watched the stage for the next battle. There was… more than one clash of motivations in her mind.