[Okay. So, bull fighting. Pen had seen it a couple of times on trips with her parents to Mexico, but now that she's not seven, it's a wholly different experience. She doesn't like it, and she finds it cruel, but she'd gotten caught up in the crowd pushing towards the arena. She was going to slip away when she caught sight of someone familiar in the ring.
...Holy crap. Was that...?]
Alison! [Well she wasn't leaving now, she was invested. Gripping the wooden wall she vaulted over into the ring, rushing over to her friend. The charging animal rebounds off of a translucent shield that springs up, angling it so it misses.]
You're in a tight spot, babe. You want some help, or am I interfering with your matador dreams?
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...Holy crap. Was that...?]
Alison! [Well she wasn't leaving now, she was invested. Gripping the wooden wall she vaulted over into the ring, rushing over to her friend. The charging animal rebounds off of a translucent shield that springs up, angling it so it misses.]
You're in a tight spot, babe. You want some help, or am I interfering with your matador dreams?