"What's your plan here?"

I whispered to Dream. He moved his mask.

So emotionless, brutal.

"Easy. Taking into account...Y/N's surprising victory in defeating the Wither she clearly has some insatiable appetite for fighting."

He wrapped a bandage around his hand which I had slashed through.

"Considering that I probably need stitches in my hand, you enjoy it as well."

"I want this alliance to work. I have a feeling that our...enemy is planning to try and attack again. And you two, are our chance."

He placed black gloves back on and made his way out the arena.

I entered the new arena. Squires made their way towards us. Two went to help Y/N. She had bruises on her one arm. Her calf was bleeding through the makeshift bandage she had made.

I would never admit it but something about seeing her after a fight was even more divine than her figure untouched by cuts.

My eyes trailed her. Her shirt had been sliced. I could see her curves. Her hair as the strands fell slightly out of her braid. The dip of her hips seemed like a perfect seat for my hands-

"Lord Sapnap?"

I blinked away.

"Yes?"

The squires looked up at me, almost afraid. I smiled softly.

"Just some healing potion on my back boys and uhh..."

I felt around me. One little boy, his tanned skin and chocolate eyes pointed.

"Under your jaw sir."

I felt and sure enough it was badly bruised.

"Well done. That's all."

I moved my shirt. But it seemed to cling to the deep wound on my back.

"Damnit."

"Damnit."

I heard him grunt. I could see the dry blood attached to his shirt. This is the first time I had actually looked at him and...holy hell.

He had torn his pants. His hair sticking to his forehead in curls.

"Curse this shirt."

He growled before he literally ripped it in half.

I felt my knees nearly buckle.

"Lady Y/N are you alright ma'am?"

The little squire said in a hushed tone.

I peeled my eyes away and smiled.

"Oh yes dear. I just need a moment, the blood loss got to me slightly."

He nodded furiously.

Sapnap's squires skinned the piece of cloth stuck to his back. He flexed slightly. His back muscles rippled. Light scars trailed over those muscles, emphasising his skill, strength and conquered victories. My eyes seemed to kiss each bulge, tendon.

"Ma'am?"

I squeezed my thighs together as the squire jumped me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat.

"Yes dear?"

His purple eyes gazed up at mine. In them I could see a light of hope. The hope of children, of naive fools.

"I just wanted to say that I think you'll win."

I took his small hand and squeezed it slightly.

"Let's hope so."

"THIRD ROUND! NICK VERSUS Y/N! TAKE YOUR POSITIONS!"

Dream's voice came over the arena. Like clockwork the platforms started shifting.

Sapnap dauned a new shirt. I likewise did the same. When I shook my braid out I caught hazel eyes on me. I glanced his way...he had been watching.

I carefully took the shirt and ripped the bottom.

Stupid tailor couldn't have made the shirt slightly smaller so it didn't sag. I took each side and pulled it into a tight knot behind my back.

"BEGIN FIGHTING IN 3-"

I grabbed my scythe,

"2-"

Ran to the one end and Sapnap to the other.

"1-"

I jumped on my feet and scanned the platforms.

"FIGHT!"

Let's dance pretty boy.