"Scum like you could never kill me," Ally said, looking down at Percy with anger.  She couldn't feel hatred towards him, at least maybe not yet.  She looked to the demon who was now morphing it's arms into... well, the young girl wasn't exactly sure, but she didn't want to find out.  Hurting Percy didn't seem to harm the demon, but his anger did transfer to the momster.  [i]Damn,[/i] she thought, watching it transform [i]Hopefully it'll become more reckless, easier to dodge.[/i]

Ally was preoccupied with watching the creature transform, so much so that she jumped a bit when she heard the whispers again.  The whisper addressed her, and she turned to face the huge convict.  He got close to her, and she prepared herself for an attack.  That was when he revealed his face.  A flash of fear ran through her own face- this was truthfully the last thing she expected, especially after assumingly hearing his whispers.  He looked terrible, and she couldn't help but feel bad, even though she had no idea how he got them.  "In sorry," she murmured to him, wishing she could heal his scars.

The convict then opened his hand and revealed the shrunken head.  Because of the extreme disfiguration of his face, the shrunken head didn't scare her so much.  Ally had seen a couple in the thrift stores around the city, so it wasn't as strange, but it did catch her off guard when it began talking.

Being called "delightful" was definitely a better change from the curse words of Percy, although she wasn't sure how to feel about it considering it was from someone who was also trying to kill her.

The incantations started.  As quickly as they came, as quickly as they left, and Ally was sent flying through the air by a gust of wind.  She flew straight back, slamming right into the concrete building about forty feet behind her.  Her back and the back of her head slammed right into the building, creating small cracks and indentations.  She fell on her face, and began to get up in what looked similar to a push up.  As she tried to stand, her metal skin returned to flesh.  The pain intensified to a level she had never felt in her life.  The young woman wanted to cry, not necessarily out of pain, but in frustration.  She needed to recover a bit before going back into her metal state.  She moved to all fours, her arms visibly shaking with the struggle.  It took her a bit of time, and a lot of effort, to get into a kneeling position and finally, she stood against the wall and faced the scarred prisoner.

"If you're going to kill me!" Ally shouted, resting against the building, "I at least want to know your names!  Please give me that respect!"

Ally didn't expect them to answer, but she also didn't think this was where she was going to die.  She took a deep breath, having recovered some precious energy, and returned to her titanium state.  Immediately the radiating pain subsided into a slight ache as she stood straight once more.  With the pain gone, she strode over to the large convict and his shrunken head.

"Please," she said, now standing right in front of them.  She took another deep breath, unsure whether this was a smart idea or not, and reached up to the scarred convict, with some noticeable struggle considering their differing heights, and pushed some of his hair back, revealing more of his face.  She hoped he didn't grab her wrist and snap it like a twig- she hadn't exactly forgotten the punch he landed earlier.  She placed her hand on his arm, and looked down to the shrunken head, "Please tell me both of your names.  I want to know the names of those trying to kill me."

At this point, she forgot about the morphing demon nearby, the hurting Percy on the ground, and the other convicts waiting through the arena to kill her.  Rigbt now she was focused on the obese convict and the shrunken head.