Snippet #1361782

Jo stood where she was, watching as people started to enter the tunnel where the werewolf had ran into. She gave it some thought and came to the conclusion that running into a hole with a bunch of competitive fools and some over-sized mutt wouldn't be the wisest move. She wasn't exactly the wisest person either, so... If they thought this was a good idea, they were nothing more than fools, or too impulsive to give their actions any thought.

She looked at the people who had stayed... Shadow-boy seemed to have a brain, and seemed pretty calm also. She should remember that for a change. If there was ever a time to pay attention to people this was it.
She wasn't that worried about winning, for what she could tell, there would be other opportunities for that. However, this was a good chance to have a look at people's personalities before they got smart enough to hide them. If they ever did, that is.

For the time being, she kept her eyes between the entrance of the tunnel and the gargoyle statues (she was still nervous about them), and waited. Whoever survived the mess that was about to happen down there would have to come out eventually. If an opportunity was to present itself, she would take advantage of it. She threw the little fire orb she had been playing with a little higher in the air, and watched it vanish as she slashed it with her sword, not finding it at all strange that the movement came to her as naturally as if she did it everyday. She snickered as she created another orb to play with. "Once a hunter, always a hunter. Once prey, always prey." She mentally quoted her father, her usual wicked smile replaced with a strangely focused expression.