Bia could feel blood dripping down the side of her face, and when she turned and spat, it was faintly tinged pink. No one else could take the amount of punishment they could dish out on each other, and right now, she needed that violence. It was simple and uncomplicated, and it made her feel a bit better.
She slid down one of the posts in the corner of the ring, groping for her water bottle. When she didn't find it, she did a modified army crawl to the next one, found it, and drank about a third in one go.
Then she flipped onto her back and looked up at Kratos. "Did you ever want kids?" she asked.