After the last arrow, Rayne had thrown her arm across her chest again, though as the sparking, twitching Dunkel came closer, she started to reach for another shaft.  But then he was down, and she let out a loud "whew-oh!" as the Announcer's cheery, crowd-pleasing self snatched that hand and raised it.  The other, clutching the bow, was moderately successful at concealing her charms, though the projector's view fed to the crowd all that the microscopic bikini-bottom and her thin arm left exposed.<br/><br/>But that was minor enough - she had won, and felt inordinately uplifted by the victory, and by the crowd's adulation.  Yes, she was in bad shape, and she'd had to use her magic, but... the dwarves were down.  Hopefully that would be prophetic.<br/><br/>She gaped, still held for a moment longer by the Announcer, as the precarious-looking cake approached.  "Wow.... ummm..."  She blinked, looked at the Announcer - but her eyes slid back to the cake.  She didn't think she'd ever had cake in EHO.<br/><br/>What did one say at a moment like this?  She thought of interviews, the cliched response of athletes... maybe they spoke that way for a reason.  What else could one say?  "The Twins were tough, but ... not tough enough."  She grinned, then started to raise her bow in a sign of victory before hastily snatching it back down for concealment.  "Archers rule!"  She looked in the general direction where her benefactor had been, though after the melee half that section was still on the floor, unconscious or recovering.  "Thanks for the support... but if I'd been rested up, these Twins wouldn't have had a chance."  It was surprisingly easy to get carried up by the crowd, by the competitiveness of the setting... she had to remember it was all about escape.<br/><br/>Released by the Announcer, she went to the cake, to scoop up a couple fingers-worth of frosting.  She had earned it, after all.