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Her rather pathetic attempt at entrapment ignored and a barbed reply all but whispered in her ear over the radio, Claudia's anger was left to simmer as she stomped out of the Dogma. Her footfalls heavy as she came down the loading ramp with Bob hovering along beside her, sensors idly targetting the camera drones and noting they all seemed to ignore their general direction out of pure spite. 

[color=cd5c5c]"Hmph. That one has the right of it."[/color] The ginger snorted, changing direction to traipse towards the raving Roman who had already stomped a camera drone to scrap metal. It was a nostalgic feeling that washed over as she found herself drawn to yet another short haired psycho with a shorter temper, but knowing better wasn't going to stop her from coming alongside her and throwing an arm over the cyborg's shoulder. 

[color=cd5c5c]"You've got the right idea of it, Remy! Just listen to the masses laughing with, all in on the joke. It's obvious a champion wouldn't win with a shut out in the first round. Ain't that boring for a gladiator? No one but wild animals would challenge you if you didn't dangle the chance of victory before 'em."[/color] 

She waved to the crowd, a toothy smile on her lips far more amiable then the honeyed words she poured into the gladiator's ear. Her fingers came together, miming a gun cocked before bucking back with a mouthed 'Bang!' that sent Bob shooting upwards to knock out the repulsor of a passing camera. It rapidly lost altitude and fell to the ground before them, lens angled upward to take in the violent pair of racers. 

[color=cd5c5c]"The next race is where we put on a show that will leave the competition in the dust, ain't that right Rema? No need to feed them a sword when they can choke on our dust instead."[/color]