[A successful strike! Scorpia's raised her pincer-dukes, ready for a possible follow-up attack... but instead it's words that follow up that fall. Words that pierce Scorpia's armor and bring a grin to her face! Now that's what she likes to hear.]

Well, first of all, I don't think they'll like it. [She offers that with a sage nod. And she steps closer, extending a pincer to help her up.]

But I don't think we should let them decide what we do. I doubt they'll let us just quit the battle, and leave, but that just means we're going to have to work out a good old-fashioned elaborate escape!

[The boos and cries for blood in the audience are intensifying!]