[center][b]Free Billy[/b][/center]

Remia realised that the snake's wings ruffled as she spoke. Did it feel insulted, maybe? She did say the group was difficult... but in her head, that was not so much an insult but rather a statement. Different personalities and even someone working on their own. If that wasn't difficult, what would be? Remia then laughed a bit at the comment about the rogue member of their group being pleasant to be around. "Well, I wouldn't know if she is or not, since she's... not around!". Remia somehow liked the way this snake spoke, even if it looked a bit strange for her taste. At least, she wasn't used to such beings.

"Sorry if I offended you" Remia realised it may have been the case, as she listened to the answer. "Fair enough, you seem to be friendly!" the girl lowered her head to properly face Arlette "well... I suppose she should be fine. I mean, what could hurt her in such a place?". It was the logical conclusion. Nothing should. And if something could, then it should be easy for them to spot the fight from afar and... well, lend their assistance. Probably.

It was only at that point when Remia realised that Quartz was the one to do the talking, not Nathair. In fact, it almost seemed as though Quartz was the Holder, seeing how much in charge it was over the man. She was sure that couldn't be the case, though, and there must have been some kind of agreement. After all, there was no way a Holder would let its Spirit take over too much, right? At least Remia knew she wouldn't do that, and Lancelot seemed to have assumed a counceling position in the end. 

"I suppose I should be the one ready for the first strike. After all, I'm a Rook and so I can just carry my weapon without it looking too... complicated, I guess." As she said that, Remia wondered which of her weapons was a better option for their environment. She had a guess, but of course, there could be some complications in such a hot area.

[center][b]Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon[/b][/center]

Diane listened carefully, most of the time understanding what Fran was pointing out although she missed some of the finer details. She would agree, however, in that they were amazing. It was at that point where all of a sudden the ground trembled and a huge worm-type of beast came out from the sand with a man on top. "What do you know? A man riding a worm!" she said to herself. If she hadn't seen that, she wouldn't have believed it. Even saying it was causing her to giggle. But the situation was serious enough as the man questioned them on their presence at the site.

Emily was quick to answer. Clearly, she knew the man. Diane cleared her throat silently as she brought her hands to her upper chest, as if she felt she would canalise her voice and her energy better that way. It was just a stance she felt would allow her to quickly start her support songs, if the need for it arose. In the meantime, her spirit, Meena, was a little bit more on edge. Usually, she simply took an observing position, generally not intervening with whatever the Holder did. After all, the Spirit was a bard and she had been granted a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Seeing a different world to her own, where she could witness fights between heroic people and amazing foes that would inspire dozens, perhaps even hundreds of songs. Maybe even an epic that she could perfect through time so that when she came back to her world (if ever), she could become even more popular and please everyone with such an enticing tale to tell. Or who knew, maybe she could do the opposite and get a body of her own in this world and sing songs from her own and get equally popular and please people as much as she wanted to. Both were exciting choices, and so she was content with waiting, so far. Yet now, she spoke to Diane. "Careful!"