The Gatt Attack's new "Pet"

Sarah yelped as she was roughly pushed to the side, Sabre still having enough strength to apparently plow past the Queen of Brawl. Sarah decided to let that one go. This was a time of celebration after all. She wacthed with amazement, and slight nasuea, as Sabre tore that piece of meat apart like a hungry animal. Sarah made a mental note to stock up on more steaks as she watched Sabre devour the thing in seconds, settling in to her straw as she did so.

Sarah smirked when the cavegirl was finished, and would step up to the woman s she lay in her 'bed'. "Glad you liked it. Made it myself," Sarah said with a hint of pride. She once again rubbed Sarah on her mask covered head. "And there's plenty more where those came from. Provided you do few things for me as well. Time to time, I may need you beat some girls up for me. You know, only the ones that need it." Sarah would smile as she rubbed Sabre's head. "Do that and you'll get all the steaks you want. Deal?"

“Deal!” Sabre said happily, wiping her mouth as her head was patted. “Our tribe strong, I beat up all the girls that need it. Together, they all see we the strongest!!”

Sabre was flushed with joy at this point, leaning forwards from her straw bed to hug Sarahâ€s legs in a show of affection. “You much better than last keeper…” she muttered to herself.

“Oh, almost forget, you leave my mask alone, yeah?” Sabre inquired, recoiling a little from the hand at her head, not in irritation, just a little caution before she checked Sarah knew not to touch her mask.

"Hell yeah we will!" Sarah laughed at Sabre's exuberance, finding it to be rather infectious. She actually liked the sound of calling her group a tribe. And the fact that it was the strongest was a given anyway. With Sabre on their side, they would be even stronger.

"Whoa!" Sarah yelped in surprise, nearly toppling over when Sabre hugged her around the legs. She managed to regain her balance though, and grinned down at the cavegirl. It was absurd, but Sabre's dim-witted innocence had sparked some kind of maternal instincts within the Queen of Brawl. Or maybe she just always wanted a pet. Either way, Sarah apprexiated the show of affection. "Well, your last keeper sounds like an asshole," Sarah said with a chuckle.

She frowned when Sabre shyed away from her hand when she mentioned the mask, and Sarah remembered just how she had first encountered the cavegirl and all the trouble surrounding that skull. "I don't care about your mask. It's yours. Keep it. And if anyone tries to take it from you, they'll have to deal with me." Sarah grinned grinned at the mere thought of exacting harsh vengeance on non-existnt foes. "Now get some rest. You earned it." With that Sarah would turn around and head for the door.

"Oh, and I left you some crayons there," Sarah would say before leaving, pointing towards one corner of the room. "I know how you cave people like your drawings." And with that Sarah would leave Sabre to her own devices.

Sabre chuckled at the gift of the crayons, they looked pretty fun. But for now, she would lean back contentedly on her straw bed, full of steak and tired from her hard-fought wrestling match. For the first time in a while, she felt her fighting skills had really earned her something; Sarah was a strong leader who recognised Sabreâ€s strength, respected her all-important mask, and had let her into her powerful tribe. Her current set-up looked pretty sweet - food, board, girls to train with - and Sarah would handle all the boring details about arranging who to fight and deciding how badly to hurt them.

The white-haired girl stretched out her limbs, yawning cutely, arranging the straw into a comfortable position. She was so glad to have passed the initiation test, she would do anything for Sarah now.

Sabre didnâ€t realise it herself, that this feeling of security and contentment was partly from Sarahâ€s cynical encouragement of her cave girl persona, it was going to be easier and easier for her to live in her fantasy character in future. But whatever Sarahâ€s intentions, Sabre had ended up happy for now.