Redhawk Caldera The hanging tree

Fin cast her gaze up at the limbs of the nearby trees, even as Peregrine joined her. "Fine, vaginahead, you lead the way," she quipped back with a smirk as she turned to follow in his footsteps, "But just so you know, the Finegrine Death Match is only postponed until I'm not a cripple anymore."

She picked up her pace to keep up with him as they took a quick jog over the frosted grounds. As they approached the little patch of trees, she slowed and put her senses to work, attempting to locate a little jimmy that was rip for picking.