[i]Suddenly stopping, Olivia's mood went from slightly excited to absolutely fúcking livid in a heartbeat.[/i] "...Fúck off." [i]Anyone that knew Olivia knew that she took combat seriously, and that she never truly accepted defeat. Meaning that usually, she'd continue fighting. Not now. She was too pissed off at losing to someone she thought she could beat. Taking her spear furiously, the knightess rose up almost immediately before turning her back to the cowboy. Swearing rather profusely for an eighteen year old, the knightess walked away from the scene, praying that there would be a punching bag or some dumbass bandit nearby that she could pummel to near death out of rage. [/i]