((Indeed.)) "Me." [i]And to complete the dramatic approach, the Vileblood slammed fist-first into the coliseum's dirt, approximately ten feet away from JT.[/i] [i]Irina slowly rose to a straightened posture, although she had decided to abandon her typical outfit: instead, she had taken to wearing the #62 New Californian Ranger Combat Armor, once equipped and worn proudly by NCR Ranger Grant, and outfitted to withstand more force and firepower than regular armoring in the wastes of California. Her sleeves were rolled up, allowing her cybernetic arms to be revealed, while she appeared to have no forms of weaponry upon her.[/i] [i]Irina brushed off some of the dirt and dust that had found its way into her fist and hand, looking at JT with a calmed, yet oddly serious glare. That seriousness was replaced by a mischievous smile, as she spoke over the cheering simulation crowds.[/i] "Was that epic enough for you, or should there be more explosions? Ah, whatever. Fisticuffs, melee only, or are we going all out here, John?"