While Amy wasn't a stranger to portals to other realms or missions, she's still trying to process anything when she finds herself swept up in a sudden crowd. And as strong as she is, her height compared to most people leaves her at a bit of a disadvantage, plus she figures she might as well get a look around and try to figure out what she's doing here.

The crowd heads for the colosseum, and when she's finally able to break away she's immediately approached by one of the hosts, being informed that she's up soon to compete in the arena.

"Huh? Wait, hold on..." While she wasn't exactly afraid of a fight, she was still trying to get her bearings. "Who am I even fighting? I don't want to hurt anyone."

It wasn't so much a problem about dancing, or even endurance. While Amy might not be the best dancer, she likes to think she's pretty good at least. And she's built up a lot of endurance over the years, so she's confident in her ability to keep going.

The problem is actually trying to find a partner to dance with. Even though it was only for the sake of the competition, having someone you were at least bit compatible with certainly helps a lot. And while Amy doesn't entirely mind having to work with someone taller than her, she has a feeling the height difference (and only the height difference, of course, that's the weirdest thing) might be a problem for other people.

While Amy certainly has a temper, for the most part she likes to think she's pretty friendly. But there's something about this place - maybe it's the crowd, or all the noise - but for some reason she's feeling really angry. She doesn't like being here, and the sooner she can find what she needs the sooner she can leave.

Her irritation only grows as she heads further in, catching people turning her way as she passes by. "What are you looking at?" she growls, clenching her fists.

It's going to get bad here really quick if people don't mind their own business.

(( not feeling any of these prompts? feel free to do something different with her! ))