[ Rita strolls out into the field with a natural-looking confidence. There's a satchel at her waist, but other than that, she looks the same as usual.
Their field appears to be a flat, grassy stage, with a few rows of stakes in the ground and what looks like some piles of horseshoes ready to be picked up and tossed. Rita just gives them a disdainful look. ]
Wow. Looks like even your death stage is going to be lame.
... Well, whatever.
[ She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a couple strawberries, and bounces them lightly in her palm as she faces Adlet. ]
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Their field appears to be a flat, grassy stage, with a few rows of stakes in the ground and what looks like some piles of horseshoes ready to be picked up and tossed. Rita just gives them a disdainful look. ]
Wow. Looks like even your death stage is going to be lame.
... Well, whatever.
[ She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a couple strawberries, and bounces them lightly in her palm as she faces Adlet. ]
Ready to die?