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Bylgja found herself wrenched off of her feet by the other woman, thrown to the bloodstained sands. She didn't frown or struggle, though she did submit with a quick cry of "Damn, okay!"

Once she was down, Bylgja tried to crane her head to look at the winner, a grin crossing her scarred maw. She huffed a breath.

"You ever... thought about getting... tattoos? Fighter like you? Have a bunch!" Her tail wags.