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Pristine wasn't counting on his words having an affect on her, but they did and she couldn't help but remember that day when her life was torn apart. The only physical reaction of this was one small tear managing to escape her eye and trickle down her cheek. Refusing to wipe her face, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He intended to kill his own sister? Is that what he meant? Depsite the great evil his sister did, the thought did trouble her.

Clearing her head, she nodded at his last statement. Despite all that happened, both of them still had a job to do. They had to reunite with the others and this fight should help make them aware of what they could achieve. There was just one thing that could go wrong. This tournament. Something didn't feel right about it.

It could be a trap, she told Sikes telepathically.

However, she would not hold back and could feel the Light dragon's worry for her and Sikes too. Darn, this wasn't the time for any vulnerability. Sikes was already a great fighter even brother that disaster and was probably even better now. Not wanting to keep standing there. Pristine removed her cloak for she knew it could be a problem. Her white hair was braided and her twin knives could be seen strapped to her thighs. Positing herself in attack position, as a light aura appear along her. She would attack when the time was right.