The arena. (Pafp boy needed!)

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    "Well what do you think I'd do if the guards are looking for me because we didn't fight to the death!" She snapped.

    "Kill them..." Jay answered simply. "That's what I do. Once, I killed the chief guard," he shrugged like it was nothing.

    "Yeah well you've got muscle and weapons. I wasted mine," She growled.

    Jay bit his lip and dug around in his pocket for the throwing knife. "Have your knife back...And umm...Oh yea!" Jay said, then got out a small, obsidian dagger. "Have my family's dagger. It's been passed down from generation to generation."

    "Yeah but I'm not your daughter," She said and took her throwing knife, "Nor do I want to be." She bit her lip and twirled it in her fingers, ignoring when it cut her fingers.

    "You got no weapons to defend. Don't want weapons to kill. Why?" Jay asked, certainly confused. He turned back, hearing footsteps. "You know what? Defend yourself with yourself!" He said, leaping on a guard with his hidden blades.

    "Well I can!" She snapped. A guard was coming. She didn't turn but elbowed him in the stomach making him fall over. She took his gun and twirled it in her fingers.

    Jay turned towards a guard sneaking up behind her, and he jumped onto the wall, and jumping back off, slicing his head.

    She loaded the gun and shot some more coming towards them.

    Jay turned, glaring at one of the guard's dogs. The dog came closer, froth coming out of its mouth. "Stay..." Jay said, a panic rising up in him. Jay wasn't fond of dogs for a reason...

    She turned around gun raised. She grinned when she saw his expression. "Afraid of dogs?"

    "So... you're afraid of dogs." She said and walked forward towards the dog.

    She glared at the dog straight in the eye.

    "I may or may not have a dog at home," She muttered and held out her hand towards it.