Naminé didn't know why she was here. Some feeling told her to come, that she should see something here, but she really wanted nothing to do with these deathmatches. She had no desire to see people tearing each other apart, especially for no reason. Still, here she was, though probably not for long. Slowly, she made her way to the front, of sorts - over to one of the railings, overlooking the battleground below. With a sigh, she looked down.

And she immediately regretted it.

With a huge gasp, bordering on a loud cry, she covered her mouth with both hands and recoiled backward several steps. Her heart was pounding and she could barely breathe. Did she really just see them down there? Was this for real, or were her eyes playing tricks on her? Against her better judgment (and along with a wince), she looked again...

Her hands dropped from the railing, limp at her sides, and she stared. She opened her mouth, possibly to yell to one of them, get their attention, something... but the only thing that came out was a haphazard squeak and a cough.

Tears formed in her eyes, blurring her vision and somehow knocking her out of her horror-induced trance. She finally managed to scream, "No!" before she turned and ran away as fast as she possibly could.