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Mystral felt the ceremony go on for a while. She'd already started tapping her feet impatiently-- and that's when the two figures started to emerge from the halls.

[color=f49ac2](Ah! Finally some bloodshed!)[/color] ..not that she enjoyed seeing it-- but that [i]is[/i] what happens in fight clubs right? Mystral wished she had bet more, now hoping it was possible to make a last-minute ticket. She quietly left her seat and walked to where the little peanut vendor-looking stall was.

As she was about to deposit a few bucks, the blaring announcement came. The match was over. [color=f49ac2]"Huh."[/color] A little spark interest, and irritation. Mystral slowly pulled her money back into her pocket, and spoke in apostrophe.

[color=f49ac2]"These are the kinds of people in The Circus then?

How. Interesting~"[/color] Her only wish was to see that fight, how gruesome the altercation was-- considering it ended so soon.

Of course, she wasn't the wiser of the actual event; it would have annoyed her even more to see someone concede at a split-second even before anything had happened.

The remaining fights, though, sated her. She almost squeezed her ticket in glee! It's been a while since she'd seen two people so hardy, so hell-bent on tearing each other apart! If she'd been that careless with her own specimen, then no answer would come. Her strokes demanded precision almost like she had to paint suffering with diligence.

It was a nice change of pace, to say the least-- even if she had lost on her gamble.

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[color=f49ac2](And now the main event!)[/color] She had been at the edge of her seat, biting her lip and gripping her umbrella like her life depended on it

--how true that may be now after the interruption. It didn't take a second for her to realize that something was amiss. This [i]was[/i] a 1v1, why are there suddenly more people?

Her suspicion had been met with affirmation. These hooded figures aren't part of the circus.

A fleeting pit in her stomach. Mystral forgot the distinction between excitement and fear; it had melded so well for her: risking herself. It was the ultimate gamble after all..