I took off my sweatshirt and handed it Cami. I could feel the tension in there air, and I was ready to prove my place in whatever I had to do. My heart beat was pumping adrenaline through my body, even though I looked calm.

Voice was silent, but I knew that I could count on it's guidance if I needed it.

He, Voice replied, amused. I am a he.

I hid an eyeroll and popped my knuckles, not replying back to him. "So, where are we fighting?" I asked, seeing that Blondie was ready as well. I glanced at Michael to see that he looked rather conflicted. "Relax." I smirked, knowing what he was thinking. "He'd probably be wondering if I got knocked out or if I knocked someone else out." I shook my head, smiling. "He'd probably wonder if I lost someone any money."

That caused Michael to laugh and finally relax. He nodded his head, agreeing with me. "Yes, that is what Steven would have asked."

"Wait, as i-i-in S-Steven Lone?" one of the fourteen members stuttered, glancing at me with nervousness. It was a female and she looked rather short. She had brown hair and brown eyes, and I could see a bit of respect in them.

"Oh come on, Elena," Blondie said, rolling his eyes. "She isn't his daughter. I'll prove it."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Your funeral," I replied, following Michael to where we were supposed to fight.

There was a domed shape building inside of this building. This type of force field was around it, and I couldn't help but frown when I saw it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I could feel the power coming from it.

"Relax," Michael said, catching the unnerved look on my face. "It'll only hurt if you or someone else tries to escape or tries to get in."

I glanced at Elena, who looked at me fear in her eyes. "I don't want to fight her," I muttered, making sure that he was the only one that could hear me. "She's too scared of me, and I know that she thinks that I'll kill her."

Michael hmmed. "Her fate has been sealed all ready when she stepped up," he said. "Wha do you suggest?"

I scrunched my nose up and thought. "Is there a spell that I can say to release her bond?" I asked. I watched as Blondie talked to Elena, probably scaring her even more. "It looks like she is only doing this because Blondie is doing it. It's not her desire."

"Is that what you think?" Michael asked, looking at me.

I studied her, and when she looked at me, I could feel her fear and helplessness before she tried to cover up her expression. "I do not think that, Michael, I know."

Michael nodded his head. "Then say Lenia Secara," he said. "It'll release her from the bond."

I nodded my head and looked at her, again. I ignored the glare that Blondie was sending me, and just focused on her. "Lenia Secara," I whispered, feeling something break between her and I.

Relief filled her eyes, and she mouthed a 'thank you'. "Patrick, I have to get going. My dad wanted me to watch over Petunia after school, but I forgot." With that, she ducked out of the room and ran away, leaving an awed Patrick.

"If anyone says that she is a coward will have to deal with me," I called over the noise, silencing everyone. "She was doing it because she was forced to, not because she wanted to." I glared at Patrick, my eyes flashing to a lighter green. "Now, let us deal with this battle, and if you ever pull a stunt like that, I will, personally, make your life a living hell."

Patrick glared at me. "Good, 'cause I was going to make yours one," he growled.

"Are you two ready to fight?" Michael asked, glancing at us. There was still worry in his eyes that caused me to roll mine.

"Yes," I said, exasperated. "I want to put his head up his butt, so he knows what an ass smells like."

Luke bit his lip to keep from laughing, because he knew that I would try that. "Don't, Joes," he said. "You'd kill him."

"Then you both may go in and begin," Michael said, biting back a laugh as well.

***

My whole body was tense while I stepped onto the podium, Patrick facing me on the other side of the field. My heartbeat quickened, slightly about the fact that I was going to have to face thirteen members, but I knew that this wasn't going to be worst pain that I would feel.

Relax, Voice said. I'll help, though I do not think you'll need it.

Pride filled my body when he said that, because I could tell that he was proud of me. Thanks, I said, taking a deep breath.

When the light turned green, I stepped off of the podium and walked towards him, swaying my hips. A devilish smirk was on my face, and I was going to play with him before pouncing.

And so, that was what I had been doing for the past fifteen minutes. I just jumped away from him and doing back handsprings and front flips, basically anything to get him pissed. And boy, was it working.

"Would you stop playing with him and actually fight," Luke yelled, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Awwww, but I was having fun," I pouted. However, I complied to his wishes and started to fight with Patrick. I caught the fist that Patrick sent me and gave him an evil smirk, causing his eyes to widen.

And so, I kicked his butt as well as the other thirteen members, causing everyone to have a little fear in their hearts.

I guess the main reason was because one of the fighters had actually brought weapons into the dome, and I just defended myself with my hands, even catching one of the blades and ignoring the pain and blood.

I knew that people were going to still talk bad about me, but I really didn't care. As long as they didn't say it in front of me, I was fine. They could talk all they want about anything that I had done or do. It didn't affect me anymore, 'cause I was used to the rumors and people talking about me as if they knew me.