Clear blue eyes quietly followed the movements of the pair of combatants back and forth. The struggle between the two men continuing for several moments. Each impact so strong it caused her to inwardly shiver as each landed. She leans forward in the seat slightly, long arms coming forward so that the elbows rested on the tight black pants which covered her long, sleek legs. The lighter, almost caramel brown of her palms facing upwards as she leans her smooth chin into them. A few strands of her white, snowy hair fall forward as her position shifts, though her eyes, never turn away from the exchange.<br/><br/>Her head tilts in her opened palms ever so slightly as dark eyelids narrow around her vibrantly colored eyes. The collar, there was something very much amiss here.<br/><br/><strong>"I believe..."</strong>She begins allowing her baritone, accented voice to be just loud enough for those who sat around her, her comrades to hear her over the din of the crowd.<strong>"That this 'champion' is cheating, or someone is cheating on his behalf. I have noticed that 'collar' which seems to be a power suppression collar flicker on and off at several key moments during this bout. We may be forced to intervene." </strong>