The four of them walk up the stairs, all of them at the ready, weapons drawn, and spells ready. You turn and face them, tanding on the opposite side of your Arena. Ellen grimaces Ellena: There they are...everyone...this is it. Violet spins her daggers, and stands ready Violet: It all ends here. Dale scoffs, and leans on his GreatSword Dale: they don't look so tough. Weakling. Lance steps forward, and smirks Lance: Ha! Their mine, victory or loss..im gonna have fun!! Ellena sighs
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