Shin~The ladle monster!
When Wade seen Cale's arm changing once again, he felt as if his goal could never be reached. But shortly after, he came to the realization that she practically couldn't do anything. Well, it wasn't sudden, but she could have had some trick up her sleeve that enabled the fight to continue. After all, she had to have more than just heightened strength/endurance and a single transformation. The question was brought up: did Wade ever shut up? "Of course I occasionally shut up...mostly when other people are talking, although sometimes not even then. Why do people have such a huge issue with talking? Does my voice cause your eyes to bleed or something?" He didn't expect an answer, but it was a question he asked himself all the time, considering at least half the people he ever comes in contact with wants to sew his mouth shut.
Cale also revealed that she wasn't Mexican. Damn. Did that mean she turned down his offer for tacos, though? Oh well, didn't matter. What did matter was what she did next. Submit. Knowing she was also going to lose consciousness eventually, he spoke. "Heh, wonder if the ruling with be a submission and a knock out..." A submission normally happens when...well, when someone is placed into a submission technique, but Cale simply did so before losing consciousness. Hopefully the judges didn't find submission worse than a knock out. Now that the fight was over, though, Wade walked towards Cale, bending over to pick up one of his katana, placing it in the proper sheath. The other katana was somewhere on the other side of Cale, but he'd worry about that later. After all, it would have been rude to just walk away. Might as well wait till the medical team intervened. Besides, what if one of the fans tried raping her or something? At that moment, something unmentionable raced through Wade's mind...but it quickly went to the back of his head, causing Wade to laugh. While waiting for medical attention to arrive, Wade knelt down next to Cale. Part of the reason was not wanting to leave yet, as aforementioned, but he also didn't want to leave his throwing knives. First he picked up the one on the ground, placing it at his left hip, then quickly removed the other from her arm, placing that one at his opposite hip without wiping off the blood.
