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For a moment she was shocked. In the next moment, she wanted to twist out her own pistol in order to shoot him before he shot her. She had to settle for giving him a glare worthy of murder, for when he spoke, he spoke of his alliance with Maverick. She had learned that humans tended to be round-about in their manner of explanation, I but this Demetri Maverick was particularly annoying. In the end, she shook this Tyler Corrigan’s hand warily, still not satisfied that he would not hurt them. He had a gun pointed at her head; can you blame her?

“You said you’re with Demetri…? You’re not as subtle as he is,” Xavier put a hand on Tyler’s shoulder, trying to be a man, “At least it took me a day before I realized I didn’t like him.” Aemyle was in agreement.

Just then, a flash of light, followed by the voice of Maverick redirected all of their attentions. “Everyone just calm down. Sheesh I can’t leave you all alone for long can I? Already ruining the peaceful atmosphere I worked so hard to create here…Tyler! Stand down!” Tyler removed his firearm. That was the first thing Demetri had done all day that Aemyle approved of.

“Demetri…” Demetri muttered.

“Demi! …and, huh? What’re ya doing with him? Didja guys play a game without us or something?” Jayx added, wondering why the Swordsman was with Maverick. The Swordsman denied her claim.

“Hey now…that’s not very nice…” The dread-locked man too offence to an insult from the Swordsman. “Whatever. Looks like you all already got welcomed by my friend Tyler here. He works with me, just like Styx and Alistair…whom you’ve all already met. They’re around here…somewhere.”

Aemyle remembered Styx, and vaguely wondered where he might be among the crowds in this place. Despite her initial suspicion of him, he ended up seeming like a nice guy. She wondered if she might find him again to apologize for her threatening him with her own firearm…

“Quit beating around the bush…tell us why you’ve been toying with us? Why did you try and get us to kill each other?!” Aemyle was astonished with Xavier’s display of anger.

Demetri explained as they all took seats on the deck with him that he had brought them to the arena not only to test their skill, but to help them increase it. Xavier looked as astonished as her that he knew about the voice. He seemed to know quite a bit on many subjects.

“Why did we have to fight each other though? Couldn’t have throwing us in together give the same results?” Xavier asked.

“Nah. If I would have done that, brought all of you together, none of you would have went through the emotional tension needed to increase your level of power. Catch my drift?”

“Also, it is better to lose a vicious hog-cyborg than an innocent teenage mutant,” Aemyle pointed out, seeing Demetri’s logic in that one sense. Her own questions continued to eat at her. What are the unexplained phenomena in 8-Bit City? Why was she taken from her home? Would she be able to get home? It was as if all of her anxieties were surfacing now that her answers were finally within reach.

“Mr.Maverick, sir,” She spoke up. “I have a request. Rather than try to answer each question individually, would you start at the beginning? Preferably starting with the odd phenomena plaguing 8-Bit,”

In this manner, she was able to release one of the questions nagging at her.