[No warning proceeds the solid shove, an open palmed push right under Colette's collarbone that sends her flying over the border of the ring, hopefully to where the soft, crunchy sand may break her fall. A regular person may be struggling for breath, but only for a moment.
Abigail follows the sudden move with a glare fit to melt metal, boring a hole into the nearest robot.]
It's over. And she's still conscious. You can't make me fight one more person.
[The robots seem to be attempting to communicate a condition or the other to her, and Abigail wishes for nothing more than a screwdriver right now.]
[ooc: if you want another outcome for the match, please let me know and I'll delete/edit!]
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Abigail follows the sudden move with a glare fit to melt metal, boring a hole into the nearest robot.]
It's over. And she's still conscious. You can't make me fight one more person.
[The robots seem to be attempting to communicate a condition or the other to her, and Abigail wishes for nothing more than a screwdriver right now.]
[ooc: if you want another outcome for the match, please let me know and I'll delete/edit!]