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[grunehexe]

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

Comments

[grunehexe]

[Don't worry, Fiona. She's seen Things. (Or maybe that was cause for more worry.)]

I believe it is entirely pure in its desire to be a masculine contest of strength... Most pure.

[Pure, yes.

With effort, Sieglinde tore her gaze away to actually look at who she was addressing a moment. New?]</small. Do men not compete this way in your world?

[cachemoney]

[Yes... so pure.... obviously....]

Uhhh. [Men on Pandora. She squints, looking up at the ceiling of the cave.] Competition mostly involves someone dying. More blood, less... all this. [Less hotness.]

[grunehexe]

Oh.

[That sounded much less like competition and more like... fighting... but perhaps it was... gladiatorial?]

Well, this is a far more visually appealing contest, surely?

[cachemoney]

Um, yes. That's not even a question.

[Which brings her back to her original sideways glance, actually.] Sooo... should you be looking at this? This is very PG-13.

[grunehexe]

[Fufufu, true...

Sieglinde, for all that what she was saying was an assertation of her maturity, couldn't help the somewhat childish indignation on her face.]

Are you implying I am not of age?

[cachemoney]

That... depends on the definition you're going for. ["Of age," how fancy.] Are you thirteen? At least.

[grunehexe]

I am the lord of a village and have been responsible for the lives of all within for years- but if you must define it by age, yes.

[Which was a lie- she was only almost thirteen, but. She's been practicing with Loki... and she hated being treated like a child.]