[@BlackPanther][@KatherinWinter]
Fiona followed Sean disinterestedly, decidedly unhappy that the buffer of other people was now unavailable to her. She silently glared at the back of Sean's head. This was going from bad to worse. 

Upon arriving in the arena, Fiona stretched her arms in front of her body and watched her opponent warily. Scars, lots of scars. More than any normal or sane person should have. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't let the shock show on her face. He was sorry? For what? For mauling her by the end of this mess? She'd be lucky to get out of this alive. A bead of sweat rolled down the base of her spine, and her heart thundered in her ears. She could feel the adrenaline hit her blood, her muscles tight and promising of a thousand pains to come. She swallowed hard and stood as straight and tall as she could. No matter the nerves and fear, the show must go on.

He was going to let her make the first move. Cute. She dried her palms on her pants and slowly started sidling to her right, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out... an apple, from the lunch room. She turned it over in her hand, flipping it up over her shoulder, flicking it from hand to hand. What a pity. She was going to eat that later. With everything she had, she hucked the apple at Lucifer like she was throwing a game-winning pitch.