[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.]
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disappears. Just evaporates into a burst of sparks and embers on contact.
He has no idea where she is now, but he suspects she's near her goal. With that in mind, he relaxes completely - just, laughs. And his weapons vanish as well.]
Then get going. And here--
[From the back of his belt loop, he takes out a shortsword - a real one, this time. In its hilt is carved the image of falcons. Lightly, he tosses it at her.]
Just in case you need an ace up your sleeve. I want that back when you've won.
[1/2]
She catches the blade... but barely, surprised as she is, staring at him with eyes wide.]
[2/2]
... I'm sorry. I... truly, I am. When I'm finished here, I'll return this to you. I promise.
...May you be well.
[And she hits the button.]
Re: [2/2]
Do what you gotta do. You can't win if you hold back.
[Sighs,]
This is gonna suck...