"Okay! My eagle eyes will be glued to this first match folks! Here we go! Let the fighting begin!"

Matrona is quick, running up to Griamore and delivering solid punch after solid punch into his abs, but with seemingly no effect. Interesting.

"I can't allow myself to be defeated," Griamore declares as a purple shield snakes his way around his body, "It isn't anything personal. This is my magical ability; Wall!" Around him was a dark purple circle. Ban's voice breaks through the 'aws'.

"Hey, judging by that guy's power..."

"This guy's another Holy Knight?" Meliodas suggests. I feel myself tense up. If were recognized, this could go bad, fast.

Meanwhile, Matrona is pounding on the sphere. Eventually, she had to stop and push back as the sphere grew, pushing her backwards. This thing could easily push her off the edge if she doesn't figure how to stop it.

"My Wall is a symbol of my resolve to protect Princess Veronica. I insist that you leave the ring." Matrona was desperate now, pushing against the bubble as her feet were inches from the edge of the ring. "I'll be advancing to the final round. If Princess Veronica were to command it, I would bring anyone to their knees even the seven deadly sins. Even Meliodas himself!"

"That's not gonna happen!" Matrona punched the sphere, and much to many people's surprise, she dented. It crumbled, leaving a large hole. She rushed in, upper cutting Griamore and sending him flying miles away, losing her hat in the process.

"There's no way it's her," Ban denied. He was rubbing his chin.

"Captain, please tell me I'm dreaming or something," King added.

"Oh well. And here I was, hoping to stay hidden a little while longer," Diane skipped over to us, "Yep, it's me!"

"Do I know you?" Captain questioned. Diane punched him in the gut and marched off. I ran in front of the guys, calling to her.

"Wait! Di- Matrona! Since when did you get so small?!" I questioned, looking her over. I guess that might explain the outfit? King called Meliodas an idiot before trotting after her. "Tell her I'll talk to her after my match!" I called out to King, receiving a thumb's up.

"Next up is Luna and Howzer!" We both got into the ring and I looked over the young Holy Knight. He's still as slow as ever, so I doubt he's changed from being so erratic. "And start!"

"I don't wanna hurt you, but I'm going to win!" Howzer challenged me. I couldn't help but give him a laugh.

"You do that," I half challenged back, "Yo Baan, hold watch this for me." I threw my cloak in front of him right before Howzer ran at me with a tornado on his right fist.

"Rising Tornado."

"Oh shit," I dodged, "That'll suck if it hits. There'll be nothing left." My poor clothes. Hopefully King can fix them up for me if they get too torn up.

"Wow, I'm glad you get what you're up against, but!" He continued his barrage yet I kept dodging, "Just lie back and leave everything to my magic hands. I promise it won't hurt. I'm gonna make you feel like you're flying."

"That guy's amazing. Everything he says is sexual," Captain said nonchalantly, making Howzer fall onto his face. He got back up and turned towards the Captain, face as red as a tomato.

"No! No it's not!" I scratched the back of my neck.

"I guess it was, huh?" I crossed my arms, looking over at Howzer.

"You got it all wrong! I'm just trying to get this over with because I don't like hurting girls. No matter how tough they are!" Howzer got back up, reinitiating his attack. I don't know if that's a good thing. I have a feeling it's not. "I have no choice. I really wish I didn't have to back a woman into a corner like this." With two strikes, Howzer had created tornadoes on either side of me, trapping me. Even with them a couple feet away, I could feel the wind pulling at my clothes.

"Here I go," I sighed.

"Whether you jump up or dive down, my tornadoes will cut into the ground or climb up into the sky!" Howzer ran straight at me, but I was more focused on bracing for his other attack's impact. "Look's like this is checkmate!" As the tornadoes dissipated, I stopped Howzer's fist, looking him in the eyes. "Impossible... You said there's be nothing left if my tornadoes hit you full force." I took the moment to get in an ab punch.

"I meant my clothes. They were meant for fighting, but not for winds like this." I could already tell they were getting torn. I sighed.

"This is getting interesting. Been a long time since I've really been able to bring it." Howzer got back onto his feet, a mark shining red on his abs, "You better run if you don't want to die. Whirl Shock!" Howzer released a circular, white blast upon me. I couldn't help a panicked yell from escaping my lips as the winds sliced open my skin.

"(Y/N)!" King chanted. It was the first time I had noticed he and Diane were back.

"Oooouch," I replied, my body still reeling. I looked down and saw my clothes were torn. Not a lot, but they were, "That hurt."

"It ain't over yet!" Howzer slammed his hands upon the ground. A huge version of the tornadoes from before circled around almost all of the ring, making it impossible to see out. It hurt, having much more force from before. My lips pried apart on their own but the sound was stolen by the wind. "What do you think of the most powerful storm I can make?" I could barely hear the others.

"This is amazing," The Captain admitted, "I can't even see inside it."

"I think (Y/N)'s in big trouble," King worried.

"Hold on Luna!" Diane encouraged.

"If even one of her feet leaves the ground, it's all over," Ban added, still laying on top of Hawk.

"Bet if I were up there, I could totally take it," Hawk bragged.

"It's time to fly!" Howzer commanded. I stood with all my might, shoving my toes into the cracks in the ring the best I could with my shoes on. "Victory is mine!"

"Yeah right," I yelled, shuffling my feet slowly, stuffing them deep into the cracks that his attacks had made. If this had been normal dirt, I would have had much more trouble. Thank goodness it was rock. "Your not going to win this one."

"How are you-?" Howzer stared at me, trying to make the winds stronger. My feet ached. They were going to be bruised tomorrow for sure. Finally, I reached Howzer and held my hands together above my head in a fist and slammed them down on his head. He immediately fell over and the tornado dissipated.

"What happened?" The ref crawled back up, "It looks like Howzer's out cold! Our winner is Luna!"

"My poor feet," I complained, tugging them out of the cracks along with some of the rocks. When I saw Howzer hadn't gotten up yet, my worry spiked. I bent down and gently lifted the man to a sitting position, "Hey, are you okay?"

"My ass got kicked is all," Howzer answered, clearly in pain.

"Guess I kinda lost it and fought for real. Sorry."

"It's fine," He answered. I helped him up and he started off, but turned back with a fire in his eyes, "Next time I'll win." I chuckled.

"You do that. Maybe I can see how good you are with a sword," And with that, I walked off, a smile christening my face.

"Great job (Y/N)!" The Captain complimented me.

"Nice job sport," Ban teased, "You're almost as good as me."

"Psh, whatever Ban," I replied lovingly before hugging Diane, "You're so small!"

"I know," She explained to me what happend in the forest as well as revealing Elizabeth to me. I bowed to the tiny princess.

"It's my pleasure to meet you Princess," I told her, "Any friend of these dorks is a friend of mine."

"Oh, you can just call me Elizabeth, Lady (Y/N)," She answered, clearly embarrassed about her current state.

"The same here Elizabeth. I'll let you have some privacy," I sent her a wink before turning my attention to the all too silent King. He was staring across the ring, annoyed. I waved my hand in front of him, snapping him out of his trace.

"King? Can you do me a favor later?" He looked at me surprised.

"Of course (Y/N)."

"Fix up my clothes for me?"

"I can do that now if I have some fabric," He answered, face red. I shook my head. I'd liked to get fixed up soon, the stares are making this awkward, but...

"It's your turn," I tilted my head towards the ring right as the announcer got up to call out the next fight. King's face turned towards the ring.

"Next is our third match! King versus Old Fart!"