Walking proudly into the arena, the huntress took in the cheers of the crowd, feeling more and more confident every growing second of beating her next opponent. Upon getting through the door, she squinted her eyes, and saw on the other side of the arena a women, wearing a... Maid Outfit?!
"What is this... I came here to make my opponents a giggling and laughing mess on the ground... Not fight a stupid girl cos-playing as a french maid. I guess I'll make this a quick match, and move on to the next opponent..." Balling up her fists in front of her, she got ready to fight her opponent, as she saw the other women (Madame Giselle, the name that the crowds were calling her?) bow, before hopping about around the arena, trying to get Silva to lower her guard before going in.
"I heard you were the huntress. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Giselle Bonnefrey, and you would do well to remember that name!" Madame Maid taunted, continuing to run circles around the stock-still Huntress.
"Oh, allow me to return the courtesy. My name's Silva the huntress, and today... You have become my prey!" Whipping around with lightning fast reflexes, Silva reached out and...
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