Charon stood toe to toe with Mortismere, she stared up at him and grinned.


"I really do hope you put your thermals on Morty because I know I did..."


Mortismere glared down at her for a second and watched open mouthed as she pulled a thin material out from the neck of her costume and placed it over her head. When he looked more closely he realised that very little of her body was exposed to the cold air of the cube and he roared in anger.


"Thats cheating!"


Charon grinned again.


"There's nothing in the rules or the contract that says I can't use specially designed thermals. I did tell you to make sure you wore your longjohns."


She chuckled. Mortismere aimed a blow at her which she skipped lightly out of the way of. Then she reached round behind her and pulled out a nail gun.


"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I had this nail gun made for me, non magical and quite legal I think you'll find."


She grinned evilly and shot off a volley of nails towards Mortismeres feet.


"Let the games begin fat boy!"