Anna watched as the man who had shared a room with her not a few moments before was torn from the building, broken, and tossed to the ground below like a rag doll.  Her mouth was agape, as the sudden gravity of her situation collapsed in on herself.  She was in some form of arena without any noticeable borders; a gladiator like in Ancient Earth times pitted against the most savage creatures from every corner of the universe.  Anna's eyes moved from the form of the deceased man and began to watch and listen as the god name Abbadon summoned another participant.  She had gathered that the man that was on the ground, dead, was her former teammate.  To her, he was a solid pick.  The stories she read about the mafioso's was one of blood, murder and depravity; all of which would come in handy during this tournament.<br/><br/>Her eyes caught the shape of the new figure appearing, and once the new fighter materialized, she could not help but feel a frown fall upon her face.  Before she had a rough, cold blooded mafia man to assist her in this upcoming spectacle, but now the form of a Victorian era woman was taking shape.  She scoffed at the sight of what appeared to be a steel cage crinoline underneath a green vest.  Though the smirk soon faded as she soon addressed the god, and as the feeling that a key piece of information was withheld soon sank in, Anna gave the new arrival a second look.<br/><br/>A sinister smile was the first thing her eyes noticed.  It hid something that she could not grasp, though the mention of herself and the rest of the combatants as food did shed some light on what she was so happy about.  Then Anna's eyes fell on the new persons eyes, and noticed a familiar trait.  Her eyes stared out in a cold calculating manner, a trait she herself shared.  After a moment she turned her attention to one of the combatants fighting for the other gods, or so she assumed.  He had eyes unlike anything she had ever seen, green was the first thing she noticed, his green eyes.  She was surprised by the swirling motion the color had, but then again she was growing less surprised at the new things she was seeing by the minute.<br/><br/>“The Dragon-Lady is right.”  Anna spoke directly to the man in a condescending tone.  “Besides, I know a certain weapon of mine will easily overcome your body when the three point six kilogram shaped tungsten projectile is accelerated at speeds in excess of Mach Seven.  Not even a 'Dragon' could withstand the shot.”  Pausing as she turned her attention once more towards the newcomer.  Anna allowed a slight grin to appear as she watched the Jester being, well a Jester, by poking the cheek of the new arrival.<br/><br/>Speaking to the newcomer “I'm sure not even you would find the end result delectable.”<br/><br/>The game had already begun, and yet she was without her weapon.  She knew she was near useless at dispatching other contestants without her gun, so she turned her attention towards the god that summoned her and spoke.  “You summoned me here, so how about we get the rules first and then you can give me my weapon.  Sooner I have it the sooner