Nevin took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly as he studied them. The two of them were both smiling, eager and hungry looks on their faces. They were both ready for this fight - and they were used to it, where he wasn't. So. He shut down, pushing his emotions away as he thought, his eyes flicking as he scanned the group.

A team of unknowns, one and all. Nevin still didn't know just what Veridian was - he was certainly no fox, not just one at least. And he had no idea what Philomel could do with her sword - she had stuck with her whip when they were training, so he had never even her skill with it. He could only guess that it was better than decent. And he didn't even know what her final 'darling' looked like - only that he was eager to fight him too. Fantastic three foes, ready to fight him.

And did she have to keep smiling at him? It was unnerving - everyone he had fought so far had had expressions of hatred on their faces, it made it easier for him to follow through on hurting them. Philomel though, she was grinning, like she was going to just enjoy this. Thick flow, did he even have a chance here?

No. No, he had to stop thinking like that. If her grin was enough to kill his will to fight, he'd be finished before she even made her first attack. Nevin dropped his hand to grip his whip, curling his fingers around the hilt as he watched that damn able smile. He cleared his throat as he made his choice.

"Far be it for me to turn away people who want to fight me. I don't know how i will stand against your expectations, but I'll give it my all. So. The rounds then, in your order." He smiled, grimly.