“Hey there Tall Beard,” the Crimson Hound announced as she stood in front of the crouching Solomon. “Wanna help me keep a few kids from dying out here?” Solomon marveled at the irony of the woman's words, considering she had just jumped into a powder keg that was a spark away from blowing. Both Isen'roy and Agneria reacted the way he expected, with both calmness and poise.

"HUUUUH!? What are you doing you little piece of bird shit? Are you deaf and blind?" the short super soldier nearly bellowed, as she brought her chainsaw to bear at the Crimson Hound.

"What the hell are you doing? The only one worthy of being with him is me!" Isen'roy actually bellowed as he glared at the back of the girl's head.

Facepalming at the man's statement, Solomon could feel the strange looks directed at him. Ajitae was barely suprressing his laughter and was nearly doubled over. Aelynthi had a dazed look on her face as she looked at Solomon, the Isen'roy, when she began turning an fierce shade of red and cupped her hads to her cheeks and shook her head with a mumbled "I just thought of something scandalous...". Looking back at Isen'roy's face, Solomon said, "Isen'roy, listen. Would it not be better if we were to seperate for a brief period as we fight? After all, then both of us can focus on slaying the beasts for our contest. I promise you this, when we meet once more we will clash blades in spar, but until then It would be best if you make a team of your own. Turning bback to the Hound, he dipped his head in agreement.

"Emerald Wyvern's blade is yours, but only if yours is mine"