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Brisa loosened up on the Colosseum sands with an intense dedicaton to the familiar routine of her stretches. There weren't many of these left. She'd appreciate every one of them.
Especially the ones with an emotional weight to them. Dave had done as Brisa had been encouraging him to do and invited Soda, and Flesh was finally going to make good on her invite so long as the two could fight alongside each other. It would be an intimidating prospect, but Brisa liked her chances. Starr and Dave were damn good teammates, after all.
"Pleasure t'finally see what yer made of in the arena, fellas!" she called out, grinning. "Thanks fer comin'!"
Beside her, Dave made one of his faces. What a guy. Hopefully seeing Soda get some cheers would be worthwhile for him, if combat alone wasn't.
Especially the ones with an emotional weight to them. Dave had done as Brisa had been encouraging him to do and invited Soda, and Flesh was finally going to make good on her invite so long as the two could fight alongside each other. It would be an intimidating prospect, but Brisa liked her chances. Starr and Dave were damn good teammates, after all.
"Pleasure t'finally see what yer made of in the arena, fellas!" she called out, grinning. "Thanks fer comin'!"
Beside her, Dave made one of his faces. What a guy. Hopefully seeing Soda get some cheers would be worthwhile for him, if combat alone wasn't.