Julian shook his head. "You know, I really don't get why some girls get all hung up on the name thing," he said to himself. But that was neither here nor there. "But, if you really want to... well, how can I say no to such a pretty face?"

Julian stepped back further into the Sensorium, which suddenly transformed the room until they were standing in the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge, which itself was littered with a few abandoned cars. Oddly, the sky was red, initially, and for some reason, Julian was quietly unsettled by that. He looked at his hands for a moment, flexing them, having this odd feeling like there was a memory in the back of his mind that was gnawing its way to the surface.

He pushed the feeling aside, and the red sky changed to a bright and sunny blue one quickly enough. He just shook the whole thing off. "Must've been a glitch..." But, that too was beside the point.

"Alright, Dollface," he spoke up, "here are the rules." Yes, there would be rules. They were sparring, not having a deathmatch. "The field of battle is on or over the Bridge itself, or over the water, for about a hundred meters in each direction. If you get knocked outside of the field, you lose. If you hit the water, you lose. If you hit the land on either side of the bridge, you lose. And all knockdowns are subject to a standing eight count. And if your friend thinks you've gone too far, Sweetheart can step in and call an end to this." So far, nothing unreasonable.

"Any stipulations you want to argue or add?"