[h3]Iron Engima Guild Hall[/h3]After Nero had incapacitated the first couple of individuals, the rest of Iron Enigma would move away from him and his partner, and continued their conversations elsewhere. The S-Class wizards of the guild were easy to pick out. Cathris was back in her white-and-gold robes, her hood pulled down. Mark Zerrit, dressed in plainclothes, and he had a necklace with five emblems hanging from it. He was talking to a blond-haired man who reeked of blood to the point where it'd be a surprise if he didn't bathe in it. This particular individual was Grant Vale, and you'd never be able to tell he was in fact, Melina's little brother. He stood at six foot three, and his wife-beater showed an odd tattoo on his shoulder, which matched Melina's perfectly.

After a moment a man with blue hair stood up and cleared his throat, attracting	everyone's attention. Judging by how he holds himself, and how immediate the attention is, the man is clearly the guild master. [b]"Greetings everyone! As you've probably noticed, we have a couple of guests here from Phoenix Wing, so don't bother unpacking those suitcases just yet."[/b] A collective groan rolled across the crowd, and several shot Nero an unhappy look, but the Guild Master continued. [b]"However, I see no harm in letting them hear who we're sending to the magic games."[/b] A couple faces looked up, hopeful, and the two male S-Classes went back to their conversation. [b]"Mark Zerrit, Serma Cathris, Grant Vale, and Jacob Conners. Our backup member will be Deyja Bult, whenever he gets back."[/b] There was some cheering for the non-S-Class wizard that got in, and the three S-Class didn't seem at all fazed that they had been chosen to go. They were their guild's best after all.

After a bit, Grant went over to Nero and put his hand on his shoulder, his grip firm but loose enough that he could escape without much trouble if he wanted to. [b]"Hey, Phoenix Winger, you probably should leave before something breaks out. There's not exactly a lot of love after how Luna was treated when she was asking around for my sister."[/b] His voice was very firm as well, but what would be more likely to draw ones attention was that he reeked of blood. So much so that one would be amazed if he didn't bathe in it regularly. The smell was enough that it should drive every animal in half a mile directly towards him, or away.

[h3]Mithera -- Phoenix Wing[/h3] Mithera seemed to giggle a little at Zenoram's initial reaction to her appearing on his head, but when he mentioned Karn, she looked up and watched the little blonde going on about what he was doing. [b]"Well... I wouldn't be useful in a fight either. So I'll let you decide of we go Zenoram."[/b] She settled down on his head, moving her head out of his line of sight and sitting in an almost sphinx-like manner on his head. After a moment she muttered something along the lines of her voice being too girly, and that she should change it some to make it not quite so girly.