Lilblkrose

Right stirred a bit in his sleep, before opening his eyes. The bright sun made him flinch, as he sat up slowly. "Man, what hit me...?" he growled, moving to stand up. He was also fully straight when he felt this great weight on his left wrist. He looked down to spot handcuffs, and an unconcious champion laying on the ground. "What...what the hell did I drink last night?" Dreaming of the upcoming 'sparring event' (or so the young Champion thought), Punch awoke as she felt a sudden tug on her arm. Before her eyes was a tall whitesmith, Right Heart, looking back down at her. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand and tilted her head at Right.