[i]Cassidy Lynn Daniels[/i]

"Showing off? But, love, my clothes are still on." 

Cassidy leaned forward in the chair, and, in one fluid motion, hopped up, gliding a step or two before she resumed her normal gait and removed the cards from the target. She shuffled them (did she? they wound back up in perfect order) and tucked them back into her coat, presumably into an inside pocket. She walked a bit closer and observed the arena pit from a cautious distance-she'd seen the fire Diego slung around, the little lightshow Lupe let out, and she wasn't too keen on being posthumously known as "Collateral damage". "Oh, this is all quite true, Miss Belasquez. Think I've got enough scars, eh?" She folded her arms across her chest, which was an infrequent pose for the girl-she generally preferred one hand clutching the coat, ready for a quick getaway. Perhaps she was genuinely interested in the fight. Perhaps she was more at ease with the others. Perhaps she forgot. 

Diego and Titus duking it out. How curious. She knew Titus' raw size didn't matter-well, didn't matter [i]much[/i], anyways. That beast in the halls (Cassidy blinked and for a moment there was some unnatural [i]thing[/i] snapping Titus' femur like a hurricane snaps saplings) had been a rather big kitty, and they'd taken it down all the same. Powers were an equalizer-Cassidy had watched that fight of the century in her dorm, and vaguely wondered how she'd fare against a few of those haymakers. The problem, of course, was the small space-less room for Diego to sidestep the brute's punches. Main reason that Cassidy wasn't stepping in the ring-she'd rather dance them to death than sit and trade blows. Getting suckerpunched by the Scot with no room to dart away? Not her style. Not her style at all. Not to mention there wasn't very much flammable, not a lot of metal to work with...Cassidy always found this sort of fight to be...boring. So prototypically male. Fencing taught her the easy part was landing a touch-the footwork, the environment, that was tricksy. Reading body language, simultaneously remembering where your feet stood and where your enemies were...kept her sharp, at any rate. There were a lot of toys in this room to play with-if she [i]had[/i] to fight, she'd try and kill the lights pretty early on. A few playing cards at each one would do the trick. Diego or Lupe lights up, and there's the target. If she had a bit more time, she could have some fun with the weights and the jump ropes, rig something up. Confining herself to a roped in square was...less than ideal. Entirely less than ideal. No such thing as fighting fair. If Cass had to throw down, it was going to be something serious-life or death, and there was no reason to give quarter on such an occasion. 

All in all? Arena fighting seemed...entirely unnecessary. But these silly geese wanted to break each other part, so she'd happily watch and take bets. A future bookie was Cassidy Lynn Daniels. "If either of you get carried away and go on to that great Academy in the sky...I'll be happy to loot your corpses before the EMTs get here."