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"Oh, fair Knight, beware the green knight's grasping claws!"
"You're enjoying this far too much, Quinn," grunted Renna as she backpedaled furiously from a counterattack by the feral mech before her. "This place is rubbing off on you. Give me something I can use, please."
"Spoilsport. He's got the reach advantage on you, but the gyro on his left arm is loose."
"Thanks, love," and Renna drove her spear directly into the arm, shattering it. The crowd around her roared. "So, how's our Princess doing?"
"Our Lady Fair doth proceed across the promenade-"
"Come on, Quinn." A quick dodge away from the one remaining arm put her behind the mech.
"She's fine, dear. She's up in the stands watching the fight and providing the relay for my sensors just like she should be."
Renna risked a moment to scan the crowd for her, and had to boost away from a quick-firing laser burst. "Hell. I just worry about her, is all. Lotta king's guard around here."
"Worry about yourself, o protector mine."
Renna ducked under a wide swing. "Please. I can handle this guy." She braced, flicked the switch for the boosters, and dove straight for the mech's core. Her spear punched through the armor and out the other side, sending the miniature reactor into the sky, where it exploded to thunderous applause. "So, when are you gonna ask her out?"
Renna smiled as her wife sputtered on the comm link while the announcers proclaimed her the winner.
