Perdente

Samus Aran sat in a corner in the Smash Manor locker room, dressing in her elaborate, highly effective Chozo armor. Sparks flew in several directions as she fixed the dings and scratches that she found as she put on each individual plate, missing her ship's ability to put all of this stuff on for her. She was set to battle Bayonetta, a demon-summoning witch and living innuendo, in a bet to see whether magic or technology would prevail. It wasn't really an argument, as far as Samus saw it, more a way to test her mettle against the unexplained phenomenon that she had never seen before coming here, and to try and ignore her opponent's taunts, which got under her skin like armor-penetrating rounds.

She saw Palutena, the person who proposed the match in the first place, waltzing over to her. As always, she walked as though her body weighed no less than light, with perfect form and intent with every mood. Samus had trouble reading it, however, likely due to the godly rays obscuring her vision.

"Hey," She said in a blank monotone, fusing the hi-jump attachment to her left boot, "Wanting to say something?"