Grace kept walking until the two of them arrived at the entrance of the arena. She pointed inside, looking up at Elise as she did. Judging buy the growing volume of voices inside, the event was approaching fast.<br/><br/>"There you are Grace. You scared me half to death, running off like that. But I guess you wanna see me fight. Who the hell is this chick?" Jajomo appeared quite suddenly from the crowd, black tribal paint lining her body now as too did a huge claymore that seemed to be fashioned out of bone. She glared at Elise, even as Grace went to the Amazonian woman's side and hugged her arm.