So much had happened in such a ridiculously short time span, that Emma barely had time to wrap her mind around the ninja, then did the scantly dressed woman did arrive as well, followed much too quickly by a second ninja, staring at the group with a strange confusion. She gave a wave to everyone and motioned them over.<br/><br/>"I guess we're all here for some... tournament thing." She looked over everyone assembled. Ninja, with no shortage of arms... Drow, with a good set of blades at her side, and a bow she was probably a perfect shot with... Summoner with two pistols... Scantly dressed female with theighs that could press steel... and a second ninja who looks like he just killed a fucking tiger... Where did Emma fit in all this? She wasn't a killer, she wasn't a one-woman army, she was just... Emma. Watching the newcomers, and slightly urked the first ninja blew her off almost completely, she bowed some.<br/><br/>"My name is Emma Windsor. I hope we can all be friends, even if we'll end up fighting..." She smiled a little, rubbing her hands nervously together. "Sorry..." She gurgled some. "I don't think the portal agreed with me all the way..." Her stomach twisted up a little. Out of nausea, or concern, she couldn't tell.