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A woman's scream broke the Figure's concentration, it's burning gaze shifting from the still nervous boy in front of them. Turning it's massive head, their single eye found the source of the noise, a rather furious looking woman. Spouting flames no less. The Armored figure moved to stand, casting a shadow back over the arena and drawing a massive polearm from its back. While not threatened by the newcomer's appearance, her seemingly unstable nature was a legitimate cause for concern.

Unstable people meant fighting. Fighting of course lead to death, and with no viable escape from the Arena they had found themselves landed in, bodies piling up before a plan could be made to grant their release was of course, and issue. Further still the figure had caught the boy's unease as he had first caught sight of the woman. His reaction led them to believe that he either knew her personally, or at least knew what she was capable of. If the boy was worried, then the figure would be right to worry too.

"Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!"

Charming, this one.

The burning eye within the figure's helm regarded the flame entrenched woman calmly. Magic was no good. Magic was nothing like a body, it could not be crushed or cut to pieces. As far as the towering figure was concerned, Magic was only a nuisance.

Hefting their Polearm, the figure edged forward, stance relaxed but their burning gaze unwavering. They would allow the Flaming Woman to calm herself if she was at all able. And if she was unable to, then a decision would be made for her swiftly.