[She'd been looking for 2B, and found this — scores of weapons that thrum with latent electricity, and strange translucent creations that look dull and sickly in comparison. She's watched and observed with fascination, how some of the others jab the creatures with the weapons to make them fill the vast open space of this arena in weak blue light.
What she isn't expecting is someone to cut one in half. It's enough to startle her, shake her out of the odd wonder this place brought on and leave her feeling vaguely unsettled, though she is so far removed from this emotion that she barely recognizes it in herself.
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What she isn't expecting is someone to cut one in half. It's enough to startle her, shake her out of the odd wonder this place brought on and leave her feeling vaguely unsettled, though she is so far removed from this emotion that she barely recognizes it in herself.
The first thing out of her mouth is:]
What the hell are you doing?