The fight was certainly going strong now, thought that bit of faltering seemed to have cost poor Qui-Gon. Martin Landel might not have been a god as far as the gods she knew went, but he had to be something of this world's equivalent. This made the most sense to her.

As exciting as this fight was, however, she was getting antsy. Was that all she could do? Stay up here and watch? The situation was causing her to both respect and be pissed off with the man in charge. She didn't want to be just a spectator. There was so much more she could offer.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she leaned further over the railing. "Will you two just kill each other already??" she yelled down.