(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/44/e3/9d/44e39dab1b612f8c347275f2680610b2--final-fantasy-game-art.jpg)<br/>Basit (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1666053) Int: 8 (dice bot hates me... always loves you, Z...)<br/><br/>Basit ignored them for the most part as she looked oddly at the humanoid male. Then she looked around and stared at all of them oddly and then back at him. "I don't need anyone as a prize nor do I care what your opinions are at this time. This is a formal challenge and custom and any interference voids it. But as my Master has taught me, size means nothings. It is the merit of the opponent that is important and whether or not they can hold their own and follow a code of ethics," she replies as her eyes scan him.<br/><br/>Her battleclaws extending over her fingers as they were fully charged and she waits for him. Yet her mind was still trying to wrap around the word "ship" as she wondered if they were in the water then. Yet metal doesn't float and that left her with one conclusion as her eyes widened. "This ship... it is not a ship of water or of air? You also mentioned planet... how can you leave from one to go to another that will takes hundreds of years to go to?"<br/><br/><em>Imotep, watch over me and guide me.</em><br/>