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As I walked out of the pack house the next day, I heard the sound of commotion from the pack ground. At this time in the morning there was usually the sound of warrior’s practising their moves but today it was unusually loud and chaotic. Curious, I moved toward the ground only to find a crowd gathered at the bleachers, cheering madly.

A girl and a man double her size were fighting each other on the ground, their fierce moves were being pounded on each other at the speed of lighting. I could not even see when an attack landed and the next one came. The man was a heavily muscled warrior with tattoos running from his hand to up her biceps. His body was like those fighters in the arena that we usually saw in big wars. The young girl was perhaps in her early twenties, a tall one at perhaps five point seven height, but still shorter than the man. She wore leather pants and a sleeveless vest that hugged her form tightly like a second skin. Her ponytail flew in the air as she moved.

The man