Eve observed as each of her chosen champions introduced themselves in their own way. First was Kiyoshi, who spoke with the politeness one would expect from someone of his background. His sword could prove to be a problem, if the samurai did not have a method to his style which could avoid causing lethal damage. Still, he seemed confident enough himself, so she did not have any reservations about hiring him. Next was Light, who exposed herself in front of the entire group. Few expressed any kind of shock to her demonic visage, and Eve was not one of them. Of course she had known what Light was before bringing the Void beast in, otherwise the people she paid to gather intel would have had to be fired. Still, she was not expecting such a diametrically opposed personality to the image before her, so in that way Light was somewhat uncomfortable to Eve. Then Llexe spoke up, albeit barely. Eve could feel a deep rooted rage in this woman. If any of them could be a danger to the team as a whole, or cause unnecessary collateral damage, it would likely be her. Still, the people Eve had gotten in contact with to hire Llexe assured her on their reputation that this fighter would be perfect for the job. She had better be, for their sake. After Llexe was Naja, opting to go by her code name rather than her real name. Eve certainly had no intentions of breaking the masquerade and revealing Naja's real name to the group if the woman herself had no intentions of doing so. A name was only something to be called, after all, a label. The cyborg was welcome to use whatever label she desired. Once she had finished, Sam introduced himself next in much the same way as Llexe did: short and curt. He felt different, however. While Llexe seemed to be bothered and irritated by it all, Sam seemed to be more uncomfortable and strained. Of course Eve knew why. It had taken a great deal of time and money to track down the medical reports covering Sam's condition, but it made him all the more terrifying a fighter. Of course that left Chris last. The effeminate looking man spoke with the same sort of air as Kiyoshi did, though he seemed to be a bit more efficient about it. Like it was less about manners and more about completing the task at hand, even if the task was just a simple introduction. 

[color=royalblue]"Fantastic,"[/color] Eve spoke, clapping her hands together. [color=royalblue]"Well then, until we get word of somewhere you need to be, I think it's prudent to engage in some team building activities. We can start with two truths and a lie. Just say three things about yourself, but one is a lie and the rest of the group tries to guess which one it is. It's a fun game to build trus-"[/color]

A hard, furious knock at the door interrupted her. Before she could continue, the door opened up to reveal her secretary, Eric, rushing forward in an almost comical fashion, off balance. "Miss Roulette! You haven't been answering the intercom! What's going on-Oh, [i]again?[/i] Ugh, I'll put in an order for a new desk." He came to a hard stop a few feet away from the group. Just then he noticed Light, no longer covered up, and he could only stare blankly, jaw slightly askew.

[color=royalblue]"Out with it, Eric. What do you need?"[/color] Eve snapped her fingers in front of the young man's face, bringing him back to attention. As he spoke, it was clear he was very uncomfortable, and his eyes kept drifting back to Light. 

"I just got a call from a little ma and pa shop about five minutes away. They said that some guys from the Tunnel Snakes are roughing up the place and demanding protection money, but they already gave up all their cash to the Black Dragons yesterday. They're in a really bad shape and need help."

Eve rested a hand on her hip and gave a smile out of the right side of her mouth. [color=royalblue]"Looks like your first team building exercise will actually be knocking some heads. The Tunnel Snakes shouldn't be a problem. Get the address and go. And, of course, protect the store. It's all pointless if in the process of protecting them you break everything."[/color] She waved them all away in a manner which said "shoo.' Eric provided the address, and soon they were off on their way.

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[center][b]Round 2: Wrecked Shop[/b]
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The storefront, if you could even recognize it as a storefront, could only be described as falling apart and basically dead. There was a clear indentation where a store sign used to hang from the front of the building, but the sign itself was long gone, probably sold off to help the owners pay their mortgage. The paint had practically faded into nonexistence and the structure of the building undoubtedly would need a huge overhaul. Inside were rows and various antiques ranging from classic bicycles from the twenties to musical instruments and everything in between. A middle-aged couple, two women, held one another in the corner as a group of men in biker leather slammed the cash register down onto the floor. The register and the floor both cracked, leaving a nice hole you could reach into. One of the thugs picked up the spare bills and change that had spilled out from the register.

"Fifty-seven dollars and eighty-one cents. You said you didn't have anything to give us, ya hags!" 

"Please, that's all we have left! There is nothing else!"

"I wouldn't say nothing else. That's a nice lookin' guitar ya got hanging up there. Grab it, Stevie."

A second thug nodded and grabbed the instrument from a rack on the wall, looking it over. His smug smile quickly turned to disgust. "The paint is chipped, bro!" 

The thug hurled the guitar across the room, into the wall with a mighty slam. All the merchandise shook, some items falling to the ground. The first gang member moved in closer to the pair of women, who held one another tighter. "It's no wonder ya ain't got no money, hags. All yer stuff is cheap crap! You tryin' ta sell cheap crap on our turf? That's an insult. Nobody insults the Tunnel Snakes!" He lifted his right fist, ready to lay into the defenseless women.

[center][h3][b]Crowd Battle Begin[/b][/h3]
Number of enemies: 20
Skill level: Weak
Total Threat: Cakewalk
[b]FIGHT![/b][/center]