NEREVARINE
They swerved and swooped their way toward the great boots of the numidium, the Nerevarine watching closely as she darted alongside them, hidden in the shadows as she floated quickly, though almost dreamlike, the light of the magma failing to touch her. The cause of this was a spell's effects given to her by drinking another potion; a Quality Potion of Shadow. In a sense, she had become shade itself.
Irnane observed the pair respond to the threats coming their way. The Flame Atronach was destroyed in the kerfuffle, not an unexpected outcome. Irnane was surprised it had remained active for as long as it had. Nevertheless, the dark elf slipping across the shadows to join her opponents.
This new area was primarily dwemer-based in origin. While many things from Irnane's world may give her home field advantage, the numidium and the technology surrounding it was almost as alien to the dark elf as it was to NiGHTS and Sonic. But there were a few small things that may give her an edge, if she played her cards correctly.
She blinked, watching the pair interact and acclimate. NiGHTS didn't seem to be here for any specific purpose - she probably found this entertaining, and that was as deep as it went. The nightmaren had an established relationship with the hedgehog, so his involvement had possibly aided in her current participation. They had been choosing opponents before the fights (unknowingly selecting their teammates). These two had a friendly, though competitive relationship, no doubt. They wouldn't pass up an opportunity to spar.
Sonic, on the other hand, was a brash character. While NiGHTS seemed more aloof, Sonic was far more grounded - both literally and figuratively. He didn't give off the impression of much surprise, nor of intimidation. He was experienced, despite seeming rather young. His cocky attitude was probably not just for show, Irnane felt. His bite could back his bark, so to speak. He seemed fairly rebellious, at a glance. An insurgent? No... he was too young and too carefree. A freedom fighter. His involvement here was likely not too different from NiGHTS. He didn't seem to be fighting in this tournament for any particular objective, not like Irnane and Dracula. It wasn't yet clear if that would be a boon or a crutch for them. On one team, you have people with nothing to lose, and nothing to gain. Present for fun. On the other, you have two people with many things to gain and many things to lose. Only time would tell if purpose and drive would be enough to trump the leisure, recreational pair.
Still bathed in shadow, courtesy of the potion, Irnane continued to observe, holding off on attacking just yet. She wanted to see if Dracula could follow them within. She wasn't going to initiate another encounter without him, anyway.