Well wasn't this great, getting the pleasure to take on at [i]least[/i] three trained killers in single combat. All of them looked dangerous, actually in all honesty they reminded him more of thugs, or maybe mercenaries, not professional assassins, were these men really members of Venom, Michel had to wonder. Whatever the case is, it wasn't the time to sit around and think, clearly he needed to step up, time to prove himself right? Although one last after thought was how did his father ever get involved with these people, they just seemed to be... unstable, hell two of his opponents were twitching was it psychological damage, nerve damage maybe? 

"I get to pick, is that it?" Michel had a solemn look about him, there are times for messing around, and there are times for business. This occasion called for business.

He straightened his tie, and smoothed out his sleeves, he wasn't going to take any of it off, mostly since it didn't quite matter what would happen to it, brother was the one who gave it to him anyway. Michel eyed the fighters carefully, for sure he gotten some training, and little bit of experience on the side, but he was nothing compared to the weakest of them at face value, he had to think, make sure to fight strategically, basically it boiled down to one part skill, two parts ingenuity, and like four parts luck, not fantastic odds at all. After thinking for what seemed like half an hour, to him at least, Michel decided on his first fight, he pointed at one of the muscular men, about average, at least Michel hoped. 

"I choose you." Quick, short, and simple as that, straight to the point.