Vess kept quiet throughout all the commotion going on around her. They were all fools. Nothing more than simpletons that would die soon enough. Her pointed ears perked up slightly at some new commotion going on. She opened her eyes, just barely, to see what was going on. A fallen angel was being hustled into the room. Eyes closed once more as the fallen got pushed into the cell, completely missing his smile. Shortly after, she could hear him speaking to her. Vess’s eyes opened to slits and she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. “<strong>Your name is of no concern to me, but know this: if you and I are pitted against one another, I will be a lot tougher to take down than you think</strong>” she said softly, voice low and husky.<br/><br/>Once she had said her piece, she returned to being quiet and secluded. Ignoring all that went on around her, Vess made sure to keep to herself. However, one voice did manage to catch her attention long enough to open her eyes. Indeed it was that woman. The rotten, spoiled brat. “<strong>Tch.</strong>” she sneered under breath. Seemed like she had gone off the deep end, crazy with vengeance. Revenge was pointless. Vess looked, opening her silver eyes fully to get a good look at her. Yeah, it looked like she had completely lost it.<br/><br/>Vess paused in her assessment of the little princess when some lower slaves came by, obviously to groom and dress them enough to look presentable. It was obvious some of the other demons around were uncomfortable with being touched and clothed. Vess didn’t like strange groomers tending to her, but it didn’t bother her that much. At least the black outfit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/super-sexy-assassins-creed-mockup.jpg) provided wasn’t terrible. It did show too much skin for her fighting tastes, but it would do. After the groomers left, Vess glanced at what was going on; more unnecessary commotion. The angels were being silly honorable comrades, the spoiled brat was being threatened, and the boy was being naïve. Vess went back to sit down and close her eyes, blocking out what was happening around her. It was unimportant.<br/><br/>Noise from the stadium brought Vess back to what was going on around her. She looked up and could feel the cells start moving. As they moved into position, Vess stood up. ‘<em>It’s starting,</em>’ she thought. Se had seen the games a few times as a guest of some nobility that had hired her and knew the drill for the most part. Obviously, this time it would be slightly different since the Princes felt the need to watch this time. Vess was tempted to glance at the spectators to see if the Prince she had failed to kill was watching, but was too afraid to. She could still feel his grip on her neck and the inability to do anything. Vess’s fists clenched. She hated feeling utterly helpless.<br/><br/>The glow of the cell subsided and weapons emerged in front of her. Two daggers, one slightly longer than normal, about half the size of a sword. Vess was slightly surprised. They knew to give an assassin an assassin’s sword. Vess was slightly surprised. Vess kept back a smirk before casually strolling up to the blades to pick them up. As she did so, she didn’t even bother glancing at the light, or whatever emerged from it. So they were bringing one of the beasts to fight her it seemed. Once the assassin straightened, she finally glanced at the creature, twirling the blades to test their weight. It seemed she was faced with a drider. Clever of them to pit her against something with multiple eyes and appendages. She would have to either blind all eight eyes or cut off all its legs.<br/><br/>Vess smirked at the drider, cutting her own hand. She let the blood drip to the ground as she licked her blade clean. “<strong>It's bitter, but sweet at the same time. If you want a taste, why don’t you come try some?</strong>” she purred. The blood was mostly to taunt the drider. There was no way she would attack first. An assassin would only ever strike first if it was under the cover of darkness, with every detail planned out. At least that’s how good assassins did things. And within Hell, Vess was one of the best. Even now, her mind was working over time, like a chess player, planning each move and the reaction in advance.<br/>