Winter smiles slightly in recognition. "Is Rain one of the venti you were fighting when I was in leopard form?" She subconsciously runs her hand over the scar that graces her side.

Ivy gets out of her seat, leaning against the railing, seemingly entranced. She yells instructions towards the one she supported, a smaller Filipino known for his speed and agility. The opponents roll towards their side of the arena, and Ivy screams at the top of her lungs to grab his leg, to twist the other's arm, to get back to his feet, etc.