
A pink blob glided into the arena, leaving a thin, snail-like trail behind her until she reached an area around the center. Now, Honey Drop wasn't a fighter, but she has seen enough TV to know what she was doing. She just needed to hit people until they gave up or got knocked out. Or they got too tired to move anymore.
There was a strange excitement inside her. It felt so familiar, and as far as she knew, this only happened there. She looked around for her opponent, who didn't seem to be there yet. This must be a good sign because if they didn't get here in 15 minutes, she would be legally allowed to leave as the winner.
She took on her half-humanoid, half-blob shape because they might mistake her for a wild animal who ran into the arena unknowingly.
@Romi @Max!!