Rhys skipped onto the scene with Ashmedai at her side. She was nearly giddy with excitement; fights were always a good time. She knew no one who was involved, but did that really matter? No, no it did not. She didn't need to know who was trying to beat the shit out of who or what was motivating them. The fight could have been started with a baby eating contest for all she cared. No, she just wanted to watch a good ole fight. Trash talking would be a bonus, but it could be skipped if one or both participants were particularly bloodthirsty or dramatic.
"Farted out of a god's ass, huh? That's a new one," she commented in response to her dad's statement.
Her ears flicked back as Ashmedai made a comment about the participants. None of those names were familiar to her, but again, did not matter. "Gonna be boring if he doesn't." She eyed her brother, then the crowd around her. "Any betting men out there wanna make this thing interesting for us spectators?"
Ah, apparently she was wrong about it being boring. First the god fart changed tactics and challenged a mangy male, then a big tall angry guy went after a tiny woman, then *gasp* Rhyme? How...out of character with the boy she'd known as a child. His machismo was cut short as cousin Shaye grabbed him by the proverbial curlies and brought him to heel. Well, that was all very interesting. And confusing. Boy, did she have questions.
"So uh..." she asked casually. "What's up with Shaye and Rhyme?" Rhys hadn't gotten a chance to speak to Rhyme much during the raid, but she'd gathered that he was an alpha of some sort. Perhaps Shaye was too?
Oh, wait, what was happening now? The little woman submitted to the big white guy. Well that was...boring. Secretly she'd been hoping the woman was going to be some sort of spider monkey ninja who mowed down the big guy, but alas, she'd have to look elsewhere for a hero.
Rhys eyed the mangy one. He wasn't her first choice but eh, he'd do.
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