Helga’s eyes blaze red as she raises her left hand in a one finger salute. “Up yours, raven-starver! If we’re gonna die anyway, who gives a shit?” “Er… well then,” the siren forces a smile, “let the games begin! May our gladiators fight bravely for the honour of Lord Kronos! GO!”
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