Valentina looked dead ahead at her opponent. She couldn't look anywhere else, especially not at Cyrus. If she looked at his certainly terrified expression, she might rethink her plan. But the goal was to die, and she was waiting for Amber to make her move.
Which she wasn't doing. She was just standing there, hands in her pockets. This was some kind of psychological thing, probably. Something a Rosethorn like her would know about. Or she was waiting for her to attack. Get her full of bloodlust for a fair fight.
"Uhh, hello? You know you have to fight, right?" Leonie announced, annoyed. "If not, we'll probably just get the smilers out and see what they do."
