Trixi was getting slightly antsy. It seemed like hours were passing and time went lazily onward since she entered, becoming hours instead of mere minutes. Her mind wondering where her challenger was  and when he [i]would[/i] arrive. Inwardly, she was a bit relieved if she was going to be truthful with herself that the rock barrier hadn’t closed yet. It meant he wasn’t here for now. 

 While she walked toward the bridge, her eyes noted more of her surroundings and tried to memorize the differences in order to determine her exact location within this forest. In essence, mapping the area out took less time than she would’ve liked and didn’t distract her long enough to pass the time. Her  idle thoughts were crushed when a low, rocky rumbled happened and  caused her eyes to whip backwards.  She hadn’t once paused or stumbled in her movement, keeping mind of how slick moss and mud could be since her venture into a swamp. It seemed the entrance where she had come  from had suddenly sealed itself shut! A brief panic sprouted in her heart and caused her organ to miss a beat, her lungs thrusted up into her throat and forced her to swallow it back down. Every fighter faced fear. However, it didn’t mean it controlled or weakened them. Fear was human and in some cases, useful in keeping her alive. This was a fact Trixi knew all too well. 

Inhaling and exhaling, she gradually slowed her racing heart enough. She noted she was only a few steps from reaching the bridge end. That’s when a tingling, uneased sensation suddenly spread along  her flesh, making it crawl. This was followed by footsteps nearly as loud as her own, barely hidden by each step she took. Her fingers wrapped about her baton handle tightly where it held fast to her hip, her green eyes flickered to the direction. It was from the other side of the river.  

It was there she spotted a  man. He was  likely about 6’0, at least she guessed due to the height, making his own way toward the same direction. She continued her path through the muck, focusing on hurrying and at the same time preventing herself from slipping  across the scene. Trixi’s slight paranoia was suspecting his weapons or anything else could've hidden underneath his hooded cloak. So many possibilities raced through her mind causing a slight spark of excitement to rear up in her core. Since the moment she spotted the man, she pushed her left hand, the one furthest from her competition, behind her and gripped the Kunai nearest her ass center.  Her fingers tightened then unsheathed it to rest in her palm, behind her back and out of immediate sight of her opponent. Her other was still firmly fixed on her baton handle. 

If she wasn’t interrupted when she came to rest one foot on the bridge edge, then her head would visually appear to  size him (through she already been doing that when she first saw him) and spoke with a cocky smirk. “So, I take it you’re my first challenge?”