Throughout the fights, Kitty found herself analyzing the combat, and the fighters. Weaknesses, strengths, how she would have reacted to any specific move. She knew where she'd be weak, and where her strengths would lay. It bothered her that there were no women fighting, but then these men would probably underestimate anyone capable enough. The thought tempted her.
She'd found a spot where she could see unobstructed. It was higher up. Obi wouldn't be able to see her. She worried about Obi, even as she cheered his fight. He didn't belong in that ring. But Obi wouldn't be able to see her, and he wouldn't be distracted by her presence. It was the only gift she could give him.
When it was finally over, her throat was raw from shouting. She clambered down from her high perch, and tried to get closer to the arena..