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[u][b]Thaum: Colosseum[/u] (Group B)[/b]

Finally that monster of a scorpion was knocked out. Quickly the guilders nearby took to covering the knocked out bug. But Amy was already itching to go. Literally itching. All that sweat from the hard work everyone else exerted was beginning to rack on her nerves, and being surrounded by burly, fight-obsessed men (and women) who still battled with one another even after the scorpion was subdued only worsened Amy's dying patience.

All she wanted was a drink, and now that she was close enough to hear the other guilders, the man who offered it retracted it. Gods damn it.

"You guys coming or not." Running her nails frantically over her arms, Amy immediately about turned and took towards the exit, wherever it was. Considering she was fairly stationary most of the competition, she had at least a faint idea of where to go and decided against waiting any longer. "Well?"