i may be roumd...

Her warm-up jog around the perimeter of the battlefield already had Ophie out of breath, though even calling it a jog was rather generous. It was sort of a speed walk? Kinda, there was a bounce to her step and everything jiggled uncomfortably, but she was moving faster than her usual plodding pace so it was progress, right? She stood there, sides heaving as she tried to slow it down, wanted to seem as though she wasn't unfit or anything. It was just hot out that day, the sun baring down and making the grey of her coat feel extra warm.

Still, it was quiet out and no one had shown up yet. If they would, folks sure liked fighting but Ophie didn't think the battlefield was a prime hang out spot or anything.

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