[b]Character Name:[/b] Sheeban
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]PL:[/b] 910
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Day 1, Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Fighter Waiting Room
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@CommanderCool]

With her monologue finished, Sheeban did not pay any further attention to the tiny opponents until the neon clad one stepped up towards her. This one, unlike the one in black, had a certain [i]familiar[/i] cadence to her delivery. Chanko knew this one was not from Satan's Castle, but perhaps she hailed from a similar dojo that practiced styles similar to the Path of Satan? Chanko would need to determine whether or not she was familiar with the ways, and if so, whether or not any agents have contacted her with particular details of 'the craft'...
 
Sheeban let out a loud snort as she lowered her head to gaze down upon the witch; her eyes were piercing down as if it was a magnifying glass upon an ant. Her lips curled into a snarl as her left meaty ham of a hand clenched into a fist, [color=beige]"A Witch - "[/color] began Sheeban as she let out a mighty guffaw, a boisterous belly-laugh, [color=beige]"Is only a concern for children and the superstitious. But I..."[/color]
 
Spreading her arms out wide and smirking Sheeban continued in her speech, [color=beige]"Am not a child like you; I am the woman who beats chumps like you in the ring - and no outside powers can save you [b]'Witch'[/b]. And when you step into that ring, you aren't just in a ring. You are in a Dungeon; MY DUNGEON - AND I AM ITS PRINCESS. AND IT IS MY DECREE THAT YOU WILL FALL AND KNEEL!"[/color] The seeds were laid out, if she was familiar with certain practices of dojos such as Satan's Castle Beryl would possibly pick up on the details, if not - well Chanko certainly didn't violate any of the practices of her fellow practitioners of Satan's Castle. 

[color=beige]"So..."[/color] Sheeban said as she rolled her head around and gave out a smirk, [color=beige]"Will you submit now or will I have to twist your little legs until they snap?"[/color]