Meche bypassed the equipment and headed out onto the field, buttoning her coat down as she went. She left the bottom few undone to give her legs more room to move--not that she thought it would've mattered too much if she could have buttoned herself all the way to her toes. She was almost certainly going to lose, and lose hard. Good thing winning had nothing to do with her reasons for challenging Senna.

It wouldn't hurt sometime, though. She'd better keep up with the cardio, especially since Dr. Wilson approved so much. (Ha ha.)

The little reaper was already out there in the middle, stretching out. Meche hurried to join her. "I'm glad to see you're already warming up," she called teasingly when she was in earshot. "You're going to need all the help you can get to beat me."