"He is." Left unsaid in her smirk was that he had to have been good for something. Combat, it seemed, was his forte. Which might explain why he hadn't ever bothered trolling her. She watched him pummel the final opponent into ogremush, which was, when she thought about it, incredibly disgusting. Eventually he seemed to emerge from his trance, just as a pedestal did the same from the ground.

They'd won? Really? That was all there was? Rose hopped down from the now-quiescent ogre and approached the dais. A small sword. Very clever. She picked it up and examined their trophy. Certainly not big enough to be very useful, even for one used to small, pointy arsenals.

She did nothing so crude as to hold it aloft or to dance in triumph, merely turned around with it in her hands and nodded to Gamzee and Ilia. "It looks like our work here is done."