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>[Has it been minutes since Karna left, or weeks now? Time is convoluted in... Cactus' world. She and TRIN-NITY have been going back and forth in front of a revolving door of violence-loving fans, and the word is spreading. There are more people here to witness this festival of blood than ever before.]
Cactus is not a technical fighting. But she has more stamina than her foe, and this might be finally coming to fruition. For every few scratches or claws that Cactus lands on the limbs or toro of the beast in front of her, TRIN-NITY returns with one club in return. Cactus stumble backwards and wipes the blood and sweat from her eyes. Implements of pain litter the ringside area, and she considers grabbing a stick, like she had against Karna. But something about this one necessitates the need to get her hands dirty. Fingernails torn off. Hair ripped out. Teeth knocked loose. Feel the blood spray. The aches and pains and the adrenaline and the intensity.
>[Ooh, this is heaven.]
