[Clinkedink! It sounds kind of like another bell, when the fighters crash into the metal fencing. A shimmery sound, nearly musical, unlike the sonorous clang, clang, of the real bell, the one that decides when the fights stop and start.
It smells like blood in here. Most of it inside the bodies of living people, a bit of it already out now, on the floor.
Maybe if Claudia were in her vampire form, that would be a problem. But as it is, she was thoroughly sated last she had her fangs -- and right now, as of this moment, she is in human shape. She looks twenty something-year-old, with a rich head of blonde hair, dressed in a tasteful peplum dress and a wool coat over it. She laughs brightly as the nearest fighter smashes into the fence in front of her, taking a step back, pretending to be frightened. She studies the tattoo on his back.]
You're bleeding, mon frere, [she calls out to him, poking a tissue through the diamond-shaped space.] But it's just your eyebrow. It looks worse than it is, as I'm sure you know.
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It smells like blood in here. Most of it inside the bodies of living people, a bit of it already out now, on the floor.
Maybe if Claudia were in her vampire form, that would be a problem. But as it is, she was thoroughly sated last she had her fangs -- and right now, as of this moment, she is in human shape. She looks twenty something-year-old, with a rich head of blonde hair, dressed in a tasteful peplum dress and a wool coat over it. She laughs brightly as the nearest fighter smashes into the fence in front of her, taking a step back, pretending to be frightened. She studies the tattoo on his back.]
You're bleeding, mon frere, [she calls out to him, poking a tissue through the diamond-shaped space.] But it's just your eyebrow. It looks worse than it is, as I'm sure you know.