Erizen<br/><br/>For a moment, a smile came to Erizen's lips. She thought, for an honest second, she was about to see someone get decaptitated! When Giselle dropped her blade, her smile retreated to that neutral stare she kept plastered on her face. Something told her, however, that this tournament might be an out for her. A hundred million credits? On top of her usual commission? This was a win-win situation if she ever saw one. Winning the tournament, and shutting down the portal... she began to wonder if it were possible, and if it weren't she may just 'die' in this tournament so she didn't have to go back.<br/><br/>Thoughts swirled around in her head. Conversely... if she struck Helena down here and now... the entire island would explode, killing everyone, and destroying everything. Problem solved, mission accomplished. But she couldn't be sure... Standing and collecting her scythe, she relocated next to Helena. "A hundred million, you say?" She muttered, resting the weapon between her legs. "And all we have to do is win." Putting an arm around Helena she smiled a cruel, near sadistic grin. "You only had to ask. My commission with InterPol is up in six months..." She stroked her shoulder some. "If you've got room for a business partner, I could put down my Merc title." It was the most she's spoken in a while, but if things worked out, it should be worth it.<br/><br/>Emma<br/><br/>This woman knew no ends, did she? One minute she's the picture of anti-social, and the next she's<em>hitting</em>on the woman who ripped her from her world to here? She was either the most fickle of women in the galaxy, or she was the entrepreneurial, she couldn't decide. Tournament Mentality took control of Emma as she looked about the plane. Who would go first, who would be allowed to take out some of the rabble, and who could be saved for last? After watching the dark-skinned elf practically teleport in front of Helena, she decided it might be a good idea to let her go first, hell, it would probably be best if she was in the last group to go, just so she could see how everyone fought. "With all due respect, Ms. Douglas..." Emma started again. "I don't want<em>cured</em>. I look like shit but... on a base level... I'm probably better then anyone here... not to offend, but it's true. Sure, training and skill and all that... but take it away... we're all human here, right?"<br/><br/>"Speak for yourself, Freak." Erizen chimed in. "<em>We're</em>all human. You're a freak of nature. And I plan on putting you down." That's it, Emma thought, seething. The Crimson Bitch goes first.<br/><br/>"Oh, be quiet." Emma chimed in, waving her off. "At least we're not money grubbing little whores." In a flash of red, Erizen leapt the seat she was by and pressed the dull edge of her scythe to Emma's neck.<br/><br/>"Say it again." She spoke plainly.<br/><br/>"You... really have to watch your positioning." Emma responded with a little smirk. Erizen looked down, Emma's claws poised right over her stomach, and other vital organs. "Why don't you go sit down." Thinking for a second, she did just that, picking the book back up and reading.<br/><br/>"Never be alone."