[From somewhere slightly to her right, a loud voice pops up.] You're tellin' me.
[Followed by, a much louder, and directed at the fighters:] YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH, YOU IDIOT? I can punch harder than that and my fists are as thick as your left pinky. Unbelievable. Did your grandma teach you that move?
[Come for the fighting, stay for the heckling raccoonoid standing on the bench beside her so he can see over the crowds. He seems to have mostly worked his way there in the last ten minutes or so. These places are never accommodating to the short.]
TWO
[Followed by, a much louder, and directed at the fighters:] YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH, YOU IDIOT? I can punch harder than that and my fists are as thick as your left pinky. Unbelievable. Did your grandma teach you that move?
[Come for the fighting, stay for the heckling raccoonoid standing on the bench beside her so he can see over the crowds. He seems to have mostly worked his way there in the last ten minutes or so. These places are never accommodating to the short.]