[ Up until about thirty minutes ago, Hilda would have thought that doling out foot rubs had been as bad as it could get. Now? She would have gladly given out 500 more foot rubs if it meant avoiding having to fight in something called battle royale.

The resort staff have at least seen fit to (roughly) change her out of her scanty scullery garb into something that looks like a farce for armor. The little skirt barely covers anything and the chest piece looks like it could have been chain mail if someone only had coins to string together. At least the axe is...sort of useable and by that she means it's dull and wouldn't be able to hurt a fly. Not that she actually wants to to hack someone open - the thought actually makes her a little sick to her stomach.

Any hopes of fighting and hiding are quickly dashed as she's thrust out into the open arena with no warning - right into a hulking bulk of a man who just so happens to be the opponent Sylus is trying to beckon over. She barely catches herself from tumbling to the ground and when she does she lets out a nervous laugh as the man whirls around immediately thinking he's found an easier target. ]

Oh, hi! What do we say to making this as painless as possible? And by that I mean completely painless. Blood and bruises make me queasy.