Fortuna decides to stand

{if@ Opponent's Pile > 2}Fortuna tapped the fingers of one glove up and down against her upper arm in contemplation for a moment, then smirked. "I believe this will suffice. Statistically, I've got a decent chance to win with a hand like this," she finished. "Drawing another card in a situation like this risks a messy bust for little benefit. A mercenary needs to understand risk management at a basic level. Needless to say, I'll stand."

"You said 'needless to say,' but that was quite a lot of words spent on 'I'll stand,'" Robin muttered under her breath as she placed the cards in front of her opponent.

The woman's grip tightened on her whip. "What was that, Red?"

"N-Nothing, ha ha ha. Just the desert dryness making me cough a little!" Robin responded, then made a show of coughing into her fist before continuing.{endif}{if Opponent's Pile < 3}Fortuna's eyes lit up and a smile curled across her lips, making her look a bit like her old self again. "Perfect... perfect! With this hand, I'll finally defeat you, Robin Redd!" she cackled, rubbing her hands together evilly.

"Hm? Did you just use my actual name?"

"No! I said Red! You're just Red now!" Fortuna protested, blushing and shaking her head. "A-And you're really going to be red once I get you out of your clothes! Ha ha ha ha!"{endif}