[center][h2][color=fff200]Amelia Averyonna[/color][/h2]
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Amelia groaned as more and more people kept coming. She was tempted to do something stupid or leave but she fought back both urges. Still, she listened to her new opponent, whose speech habits made her smile a bit. Despite being older then her, this 'Ethel' talked more like a child then she did.
"[color=fff200]I don't see what makes her so 'scary'. I actually think Miss Manami is a bit... sad and in need of some help. I want to help her but it seems like others don't like that idea and keep getting in the way[/color]." She said calmly. Ethel's short but blunt sentences clued her into a few things, namely that she either thought or actually was someone else's sister here. The second was that she had no qualms using a hostage and therefore was probably capable of other questionable acts. Glancing around, she saw a physical resemblance between this Ethel and another girl there. But a lot of people shared similar traits so that was too little to go on.

Her eyes widened when Ethel took a hit to the chest, only to narrow when a sword was pointed at her. The weapon didn't honestly scare her. The threat of pain or death really didn't bother her after the hell she had been through. The thing that bothered her was that even more people were here. These one's seemed to be from Manami's guild. Thankfully James once again rushed into battle. Sighing, Verick's comment about her chest didn't get by her and, while it highly annoyed her, she pushed it aside, making it a point to slap the man later. Or have Phlegethon do it for her. Or Ellis. Maybe both.

Realizing she was getting off track, she moved away from the fight and attempted to move over to Manami. If successful, she would hold out a hand and give Manami a smile.
"[color=fff200]I can get us out of here. I just want to talk a bit. Would you care to join me[/color]?" She would ask.