"Damn." Sammy lets out a long sigh. runs her hands through her hair, stands, paces, sits on a rock. "damn."

It's not...she's not sure what she's thinking. Like, that Decima exists for real? That Maxima was right? That Maxima was dead wrong? That she got the better of this one actually? Part of her wanted to call Decima an idiot, and if she'd taken this call last night, before she'd gone a round with Maxima, she would have and been worse off for it. 

"I didn't...fucking Christ, Decima, I didn't come in here thinking we're friends. But I did kind of hope we'd be on the same team. If we are and it's not one of the absurdly fucking weird comps where it's us vs. every placer, we can probably take out two opponents before anyone even knows what the hell happened and then we win the match. If we know that in advance, like, even a rough idea who we each go for, then the whole thing is smooth. I came to you and not anybody else because your style matters."

She shakes her head. "So like, don't expect me to apologize, bitch. I guess I know you care now, but we're not fighting Gata and Lunah's battle, and whatever you think, neither one of us is the prodigy of our generation. Not fucking yet. We haven't won anything yet. I'm just sitting here in Titanomachia's fucking shadow!" 

She shouts that last, head back, pointed up to the heavens. Then she stretches her neck, her arms again, and brings her body back down into relaxed shoulders and a casual stance, but with a stare that could burn right back through Decima and eat her. 

"I'm gonna kit out to win the game. If that means beating you first, that's how it's gonna be. If you're on my team and Bit isn't, take out Bit first, I'll handle the other heavies, nobody else will be able to score. If it's you, me, Bit, then we just split up pummeling shit. Done. If you're not on my team, make sure going for me doesn't lead to you getting punked by a placer. I'd rather duel you again in a situation where I wasn't waiting to see what happened."

She slings her pack over her shoulder then and heads back into town. It was time for a trip to the mall. She wanted a haircut and maybe a new skirt.