Like the fireballs in the arena. Anything can happen.
[Her voice grows quiet and trails off as she remembers the Games again. The crackle and boom as the fireballs hit the trees, smashing and burning everything in their path. The sting of her eyes from the smoke and flames, the pain of the flames.
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[Her voice grows quiet and trails off as she remembers the Games again. The crackle and boom as the fireballs hit the trees, smashing and burning everything in their path. The sting of her eyes from the smoke and flames, the pain of the flames.
She pulls herself together.]
Tomorrow at ten?
((ooc; Do you want to transition into action?))