our hearts just get dissolved

She'd throw herself at the battlefield again. It doesn't matter where, as long as she's not home, right? Wake was hovering somewhere near by, the scent of cannabis smoke and poppies lingering on the stiff breeze. Autumn was coming, hot on their heels. Hotter than she could even dream of, right? It would be pretty cool to see everything shifting again, all new and shiny. Everything is exciting, the least of which whatever had been causing the trembling in the ground and the strange red skies. Nothing was going to slow her down.

Right. Battlefield time. Finding her way to the middle of a different haphazardly carved ring in the dry earth, Mercy tips her head back. A challenger, bring her a challenger. Ideally bring her a challenger that isn't a whole ass cat this time... or do, actually. He'd been pretty fun, pretty nice to her, after all. It doesn't matter so much, Mercy just wants to brawl.

"speech"