You recently incorporated to the BSAA, but you were not a rookie, you were an experienced recruit, you had something different, you were nice and kind at first sight, but in the arena, you were wild and mercyness, "I saw her get down men twice her size, with just a knife." One of Chris's mates said, "damm..." He mumbled while looking over at you. "They call her... angel of small death, with a sweetened breath and a mean tongue..." The mate continued. "Angel of small death, huh?"