eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Mixed arena holds no meaning to Aurelia. She's not from any place that would be sexist against those who wished to fight. Her world had its own darker merits, but even that would be beneath them. So when the comment reaches her ears, and her eyes take in this semi-familiar man, she huffs out a chuckle. "If it isn't good ole stow-away," she says, looping one last bit of wrap around one of her hands. Securing it, she rises to her feet with ease.
"I was," she nods, "still am."
But talking and getting to know this useless asshole isn't what she's here for. "Did you come here for a fight, or just to say stupid shit that'll get you hit?" Her brows raise in challenge, but she doesn't wait for an answer before making her way into the ring. With a come-hither motion, she gestures toward him, "Let's see if you're worth your salt."
"I was," she nods, "still am."
But talking and getting to know this useless asshole isn't what she's here for. "Did you come here for a fight, or just to say stupid shit that'll get you hit?" Her brows raise in challenge, but she doesn't wait for an answer before making her way into the ring. With a come-hither motion, she gestures toward him, "Let's see if you're worth your salt."
Aurelia
