Kay was, as before every fight, a ball of energy that couldn't stay seated, couldn't stay in one place, but bounced from place to place with her fur-covered legs flexing to a beat only she could hear- though accompanied by the staccato clopping of her own hooves on the stone. She'd already gone through and 'personalized' her uniform with a knife, cutting out some of the fabric around her midriff so she could show off where skin became chocolate-brown fur; the odds of a blow landing there were remote enough that the extra "crowd engagement" from looking stylish made for a viable trade for the faun.<br/><br/>"Fuck 'em!" Kay blurts, bounding past the human and doing an impromptu drum solo on the wall next to the bars. "Gladiators are an example and threat to the lower classes, and the aristocracy can't allow any such examples to thrive beyond their station, man! They wanna fight us until we die, then send in some other saps to take our place. Just meat for the machine!" She laughs, nastily. "Got hooves myself, can't wait to see if they've got real centaurs or not. Wouldn't mind getting myself around a 'taur," she leered- finishing off her songs with a large meal was an ending to a fight that both Kay and her appreciative audience found difficult to resist. Hopping up, she stands on a bench, stretching. "Bada-bada-bada-bada-baaa baaaaaa," she hums to herself under her breath, getting herself in the right frame of mind to fight. She usually plunged into the thick of a group of enemies with reckless abandon, fighting like a berserker save only that she never attacked one of her 'fellow slaves'- the ones on her own side, at least.<br/><br/>(Sheet is in OOC~ Getting a gladius, hide armor, and wood shield)