Gemma grinned for a moment when Anna said she was right. About time someone realized she was right. Although a glare quickly came on her face when the woman gloated about her weapon. Gemma wished she was in her true form, she could melt this precious metal with her fire power. She turned in her attention towards the gods and Abaddon's succubus. This one would prove dangerous, Gemma thought. When Mal got in her face, Gemma let out a low growl.<br/><br/>Gemma looked at the other 'competitors'. The jester she had no idea how to read. He seemed lost in his own world. The arrogant woman and the mechanic, Gemma thought wouldn't be hard to take out if they tried to take her out. It sounded like Gemma would have to work with the angel. Great...That was going to work well. Gemma didn't know how to play well with others, especially holier than thou angels.<br/><br/>Gemma also didn't like being lectured. She was an arrogant creature, it was in her nature. In her dragon form, she was a powerful creature, very few beings in any universe could stand a chance against her and her kind. While not truly immortals, dragons lived for centuries and Gemma believed she was smarter then Ghaleon was giving her credit for. While she didn't like him, she needed him. At least, for now.<br/><br/>Gemma asked the gods.<br/><br/>"You said either the murderer wins or the person who discovers their identity does. So, does that mean the losers all die? And what's the prize?"