Her ropes were finally undone so that she could be walked and lead to wherever it was that the Shaitan wanted to take her. 

[color=82ca9d][i]”Freedom?”[/i][/color] The elf could move. 

[color=a2d39c][i]”No…”[/i][/color] She was being lead somewhere else now. By both the man who had gotten her tied up and some guard with guns. 

He dressed differently than the other guards, but nonetheless he was being lead with her while holding weapons. 

That was all the Elf needed to identify Ken as another “guard”. 

Which meant to her, Ken was an enemy. 

This Shaitan was an enemy as well. He had kept her from taking down the enemies and getting her freedom. He had attacked her. He had tied her up. 

But this elf was many things. Small. Silent. Calm. Reserved. She was many things. But there was one thing she was above all else and it certainly wasn’t ferocious or brutal, although those certainly weren’t wrong answers. 

No, the answer to that question was but one thing: Patient. 

She had time. She’d wait. Wait for the right moment. 

It wasn’t now as she was being lead down the street. 

It wasn’t even as they arrived at a dilapidated building where they were greeted by children. 

Her eyes did quietly scan over the new arrivals. A woman. Along with other children who seemed quite curious about her arms despite the fact that they were stained with blood, just like the rest of her. 

The bloodstained elf simply listened as the Shaitan talked to the woman, and that was when particular sounds crossed into her ears from both Ken and the Shaitan. 

[color=a187be][i]”I am [b]Doctor[/b] Galleus [b]M[/b]organs. The [b]scientist[/b] who shall revolutionize the world and you, I am designating you as Subject KA2U3. Work well and…”[/i][/color]

She heard that word. Those sounds. Many times. Many, many, many, many, many, many times.

Scientist. Doctor. M.  

She now knew where she was. 

The arena where people fought while being watched. 
[i]The training room where subjects fought while being watched.[/i]

The guards who captured her and prevented her from killing her enemies. 
[i]The guards who restrained her and prevented her from killing her opponents.[/i]

The curious eyes of younger children looking at her. 
[i]The curious eyes of younger subjects looking at her.[/i]

The scientist. 
[i]The scientist.[/i]

“Enemy”. Ken’s words reached her ears at this particular point. But only one of them registered. Only one of them mattered. 

The enemies. 
[i]The enemies.[/i]

[s]Guards[/s].[i]Guards.[/i]

[s]Arena[/s].[i]Training Room.[/i]

[s]Children[/s].[i]Subjects.[/i]

[s]Scientist.[/s][i]Prey.[/i]

She was simply silent as the three [s]people[/s] PREY looked at her, waiting for a reply. They said many [s]words[/s] NOISE. 

[s]Ken[/s] PREY may not have wanted to be rebuked and [s]Ms. Mayleef[/s] PREY may have thought that their words and tone were getting through to the [s]Elf[/s] HUNT. 

But a storm was already starting to brew. 

All was calm though. Her expression, her eyes. None of them changed even once. They were soft, still, calm, and quiet. 

[i][color=82ca9d]”Not… right moment…”[/color][/i]

Throats and hearts were right within eyes. But she had to wait. To be patient. 

So she decided she’d use those things. [color=82ca9d][i]”Words… noise…”[/i][/color]. She had to find the right ones. She thought back, to when she was in Mabel. The word, the noise, that the people often made to her. 

So to these [s]people[/s] PREY, she let out a couple of noises. Her voice was quiet, soft, calm. Like a gentle brush of the wind. 

[color=82ca9d]“Elf”[/color] was all she said in response to [s]Ms. Mayleef’s[/s] PREY’s question. 

It was what the people in Mabel often said to her. She figured it’d work here. 

For PREY though… she wasn’t going to bother with remembering both words. 

One would suffice.