She walked to the elevated platform and it lowered her down to the fighting stage. Before it landed, she jumped down of her own accord, a move which was simple but elegant and somehow enraptured the hungry crowd.
The two male hosts, dressed in exaggerated silver, red and black armors smiled cunningly when they saw her. Like a pack of hyenas, their teeth were exposed unveiling the greed they had and how much they couldn't wait to sink their sharp yellow poisonous teeth into her.
"The hound has guts." One of them said.
"Not even five hundred but two hundred." The other said.
They looked and talked like twins, as if they had one mind and one naturally picked up where the other left off.
She smirked and said, "That's my style, didn't you know? I don't like to waste time."
"This is not division one little girl, I would advise you to start at the bottom." One of them said.
