Smiling a little at Emma Tyger says, “In truth I am only half human, and Giselle here is not human at all. Her bloodlines come in equal parts from light and dark elves.”<br/><br/>With a sigh Tyger closes and says, “For all your wealth and research, Helena, you are a fool. Whatever power you placed in the shuriken that you sent to me, it captured my greatest desire thus luring me here. But a cure for my curse is not what I want. If that were what I want I could have had that centuries ago.” Opening his eyes which are now an almost demonic red he stares at Helena. “I have made this curse my own, it is a part of who and what I am. Through the years several powerful clerics of different faiths have offered to lift my curse and I turned them all down. Even removing it will not make people accept me as one of them. My elven blood makes humans unwelcoming to me and my human blood makes the elves even more unwelcoming. The two races tolerate the other well enough but neither can seem to deal well with a merging of the two.”<br/><br/>Standing slowly Tyger begins to pace. “The way I see it, if I fight in this tournament displaying my skill in combat will only reinforce the reasons normals have to fear me. Regardless of my heritage and curse I am not a monster. All I want is for people to see that and accept me for who I am. I honestly don’t see how you can give me that. You are just a dying bitch seeking to exploit my curse as well as the abilities of the others here. Is this going to be some sort of gladiatorial match for the entertainment of bored and sick rich bastards and a way for you to increase your own profits? You better come up with a better reason for me to participate or just send me back now. So far there is only one among the contestants that I might be willing to fight, and that only because she needs to be taught some manners.”