"Oh, trust me big boy, I believe you. Same thing happened to me before. Pollen in the air that riled me up. Picked a fight with the wrong asshole and he rolled and toasted me like a Maker-damned burrito." What a pain that had been. Literally. Not as bad as some of her other deaths, but, well. She wasn't about to start ranking them.

"So, it sounds like they're throwing everything from the arena at us, but without the fighting to the death bit." She's not really talking to Gadriel right then, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Unless that part is still cooking? Would figure that they'd drag me here just in time for it."

But hey! Free sword! She'll accept it, and it is, indeed, a two handed sword for her, but as she takes a few swings of it, it's clear that she can wield something that size with ease. Though Gadriel is a little bigger than the sword, of course, and she eyeballs him again, contemplating. "Ah, well. I try all kinds of things, big guy." Don't mind the smirk on her lips as she says that.