Molotov, on the other hand, doesn't have a scratch on her. She's excelled in this Arena, loved every moment, even when the prehistoric beasties started appearing. Her companions haven't been nearly as happy being idle in the cold, but she's content to let the numbers dwindle themselves down a bit while she has her fun in the wilderness and the snow, hunting and climbing trees.

But the time has certainly come to start upping the ante.

Far from sneaking, she's openly sauntering through the snow, far more ready for this than she has been for any other fight that's come to her in the Arenas.

"That depends on whether you've hit twenty yet or not, doesn't it?"