Setting down the now cold mug of coffee, the Butterfly shoved her hands in her pockets and skipped her way down the steps and into the arena proper. Once there she begins to stretch out the various kinks and knots she was feeling in her lithe form, until all she felt was all loose and limber. She didn't draw any weapons, rather deciding to wait until the Commander joined her out on the field.

He showed up with his left arm in a sling and a big bag of Burger King in his right. Wearing a plain tee, sneaks and and jeans - far from the norm for the Commander - he moved down to the ring with a casual gait, unwrapping and digging into a burger while en route.

Raising an eyebrow at her opponent's dressed down appearance, munching on a burger made a nerve in said eyebrow jump in annoyance. How rude was he to show up with Burger King and not have any for her? Growling softly, she flung a fireball not a him, but at the bag of delicious fast food treats. "So. Rude! Why didn't you bring me a whopper, fucker?"

Of course she had jumped the gun, but she was never entirely sure when it came to the Spitfire who approached her in the ring. Seeing the bag going up in flames and carelessly discarded over his shoulder had to be one of the saddest moments of her life. "I...I..." She spoke softly, choking down a sob as her arm stretched and made a grabby motion towards the cinders. "I miss you, sweet, sweet combo meal..."

Rolling his eye, the Commander accessed his Menu > Inventory > Equipment - and two pistols (See profile, "Peter and Pan") appeared, one on each thigh in holsters that materialized as well. Devoid of his Regalia, C4 or Buster grenades, he stood there, prepared for whatever she had in mind. It was his thought that she'd probably like to start this off herself.

Scoffing at the eye roll, the Butterfly pulled open the 'pocket' where she had stored Faust. The lightning enchanted ninja-to felt as if it leapt for joy once it met her open palm, cuddling into the fingers slowly curing around its hilt. Whipping it free from its 'pocket'. It was probably a really dumb idea to open this match by bringing a sword to a gun fight, but it was like a friend told her once: its not so bad if you don't let it hit you. With that in mind did she begin to stalk closer to him, trying to stay circling on Warrick's left side.