>>5352793Like the shooting range you just departed from, the <span class="mu-g">ARENA</span> isn’t entirely difficult to locate even with the constant background noise consisting of cheers, weapon discharge, and rattling bones.
Following your <span class="mu-b">FEMININE INTUITION</span> leads you to a lit-up ring smack dab in the parking lot where a massive crowd makes it near impossible for someone as vertically-challenged as you to see what’s happening!
“Huh.” Ly remarks as you hop a few times to get a peek at the ring, “They really oughta’ have a few more of these ta’ space things out, huh?”
Yea, you pout as you take a break from hopping, say, maybe you could, like, crowd-surf over to the center?
“I mean… we could <span class="mu-i">try</span>...” Replies the skeleton’s disembodied voice, “<span class="mu-i">Oooor</span> we could just climb dat’ lamppost and take a look.”
Letting Ly crane your neck in the direction of the target, you respond with a nod–yea… you’ll probably get groped a lot less if you do that, huh?
Clambering up the post like a raccoon on a mission, you try your best to ignore the frigid evening breeze as you take a seat atop the lamp and observe what’s happening in the ring!
From what you can tell, two <span class="mu-r">SKELANIMALS</span> circle each other in the ring–both with catlike torsos and bird skulls–maybe chickens?
“Ah,” Ly observes as you idly rub your bare arms to keep warm, “Must be a cockfight, huh?”
“<span class="mu-r">Not what I expected…</span>” Nats mutters with disappointment in her voice.
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