[h3][color=mediumspringgreen]Alexandria[/color][/h3]
Alexandria was stunned for a moment at the sudden change in Vera's tone. Tears welled up in her eyes again. "[color=mediumspringgreen][b]W-What? You're asking that [i]now[/i]?![/b][/color]" The image of Vera's face flashing with anger triggered... something. She couldn't remember where it came from. It wasn't from when she was awake, Alexandria felt.

The murmur of the crowd coming back to front and center snapped Alexandria out of her thoughts. She wiped her face. Her gut felt twisted with anxiety, but she grit her teeth and ignored it. '[color=mediumspringgreen]You idiot, Vera...[/color]' She thought. The burning of shame she felt at Vera's last question flared into anger. '[color=mediumspringgreen]You didn't even want an answer, did you? Did you just ask that to hurt me? Will fighting communicate for you better?![/color]' She couldn't back down now. As silly as it may seem, Alexandria- Or rather, Andras had a reputation to build. She couldn't go down without fighting. She wanted to become a known fighter - a demon in the ring. 

Andras's cards flashed into existence around her, and she grasped a spell and quickly cast it - a flurry of cards stretched out before her, and her eye scanned them all in an instant. There were the tools to win, here. She could see it. The cards flickered away. "[b][color=mediumspringgreen]You...[/color][/b]" Andras cleared her throat. "[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Your challenge is accepted.[/b][/color]" She had a trump card. But she needed to use her other options first. "[b][color=mediumspringgreen]I hope you're ready...[/color][/b]"

Andras quickly flicked a card towards Vera - it was a minor spell, essentially a warning shot. The card cast itself into a bolt of sparkling energy, streaking towards Vera. Andras knew the spell wouldn't hurt too badly if it hit - not much more than a solid punch - but it would send the message that she wasn't going to hold back to Vera.

She deserved that much.