"There's always time for love to bloom on the battlefield," Kay laughs, still drumming against the wall. "Just means you might have to wait until the fight's pretty much won and make that the big finish, y'know? May not be able to do anything in the heat of the fight, but you usually don't while it's in doubt anyway, way I see it. " She tries sitting down for a few minutes- she really does- but unable to tolerate the strain of staying still the faun hops back up and stands on the bench again, tapping her hooves. "No bets here! Especially not gonna bet on myself for first kill, because I'm going to be busy singing for you all and the audience, make sure you're feelin' the vibes of the whole shebang. Last kill, maybe. But I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna trip. Goats are<span style="font-style: italic">renowned</span>for their balance, and I'm half goat, you putz." She sticks her tongue out at the man in the corner. "More interested to see how many enemies, if any, are actually 'taurs. Those gotta be pricy on the slave market."