The Huntress walked around, pondering for a small moment with a little idea in her head. Her gaze focused on the skeletons that were her former sparring partners. Letting out a frustrated sigh and sat on the ruined throne, looking into the arena with silence. She doesn't expect anyone really, kind of just, relaxing at the current moment

“Oh I’m so damn bored… 530 opponents and not one has been able to beat me. At this point I’m wondering if it’s even worth it to continue wrestling.”

She sighs and picks up a magazine, starting to flip through it