[ Wincing, she clasps her hands over her ears to drown out the loud explosion, but she squints through the bright light, trying to watch as he deals the finishing blow. And that's the end of Mister Prickles. The battle comes to a close and the audience erupts in applause and cheers. That sadness over fighting Mister Prickles returns with an ache in her heart. She would have loved to become friends with the adorable cactus instead of fight, but it didn't give them much of a choice.
Her weapons have already reappeared next to her. Without any reason to fight any longer, the spheres melt away, leaving Fio looking like the deceptively unarmed child that walked in at the beginning of the match. Anyone that enters the colosseum now might be in disbelief that she's had much of a hand in the fight.
With the cactus out of the way, it's safer to move about. She breaks off into a short jog to join her companion's side, slowing down halfway, only because he called her out as the "greatest gladiator". He's giving her too much credit! ]
I- uh... [ A faint glow rises to her cheeks. She grasps the edges of her dress, giving a low effort curtsey and halfhearted smile for the crowd. Continuing on across the arena, she stops right before him. Standing together feels more like a team. Those cheers should be for both of them.
Another glance back towards the seating and she gives one last shy wave to the crowd. Then she turns her gaze up to him, her smile slipping away. ]
...Mister? Thank you. You were really great too. [ They won, but Fio doesn't look happy. Normally she does know how to put on a cheerful front, but it's too difficult to even try right now. She's far more concerned about the man who had to be up close to their opponent's attacks than basking in the glow of victory. She looks him up and down. Her partner is completely bloodied, while she remains unharmed in her clean white dress... ] Are you sure nothing hurts? [ Because he looks hurt all over. ] I'm sorry I can't heal...
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Her weapons have already reappeared next to her. Without any reason to fight any longer, the spheres melt away, leaving Fio looking like the deceptively unarmed child that walked in at the beginning of the match. Anyone that enters the colosseum now might be in disbelief that she's had much of a hand in the fight.
With the cactus out of the way, it's safer to move about. She breaks off into a short jog to join her companion's side, slowing down halfway, only because he called her out as the "greatest gladiator". He's giving her too much credit! ]
I- uh... [ A faint glow rises to her cheeks. She grasps the edges of her dress, giving a low effort curtsey and halfhearted smile for the crowd. Continuing on across the arena, she stops right before him. Standing together feels more like a team. Those cheers should be for both of them.
Another glance back towards the seating and she gives one last shy wave to the crowd. Then she turns her gaze up to him, her smile slipping away. ]
...Mister? Thank you. You were really great too. [ They won, but Fio doesn't look happy. Normally she does know how to put on a cheerful front, but it's too difficult to even try right now. She's far more concerned about the man who had to be up close to their opponent's attacks than basking in the glow of victory. She looks him up and down. Her partner is completely bloodied, while she remains unharmed in her clean white dress... ] Are you sure nothing hurts? [ Because he looks hurt all over. ] I'm sorry I can't heal...