Charons jaw was working overtime, Alexander could see and feel the tension building inside the ring, if she hadn't been glaring before, she was now. She was tired, hurting and pissed off with all the disturbances, she knew she couldn't chance another run in with anything or anyone right now as her injuries had been so severe that they were still healing. She moved in close to Reverend Jones now so they were virtually nose to nose, her ice blue eyes almost glowing with the intensity of the situation.

"I don't know about you but you seem to have a limited understanding of the afterlife and what happens there and as for the Lord working in mysterious ways.....the only mystery I see is why no one has tried to kill you yet."

She reached round and took the microphone back from Alexander who wasn't overly keen on letting her have it but in the end he let it go. Charon took half a step back and appeared to be thinking very hard about her words before she spoke.

"I do not fear death because I am death."

Charon paused. She appeared to weighing up her next sentence as she looked around the arena at the hundreds of faces taking in every little thing going on in the little patch of canvas.

"I can not speak for my family or their so called sins as you well know Jones and what sort of preacher are you exactly? No decent preacher I know would send two people to destroy each other and call it good television or entertainment, although a heartless bastard with no morals might do. I'm going to let this little episode go for now but there is a stench about you, a familiar stench if you know what I mean Jones?"

He now looked totally confused as did Alexander he had no idea where Charon was going with this and eventually put it down to her medication kicking in. He knew the doctors had prescribed some heavy duty painkillers, in fact, he knew she shouldn't even be out of the hospital but she was stubborn and hated the place. He'd caught her as she signed herself out and she'd informed him that she hated hospital because they are full of germ ridden people who have an annoying habit of dying noisily. Charon could feel exhaustion creeping up, along with the medication making her drowsy, her thought processes were sluggish and disjointed.