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" shouted Darius more furious than Gabriel looked like the fight would never end. ****

The battle for Selene had begun. A vicious, swirling fight ensued. Only the snapping of jaws, growling and yelping could be heard as the entire town stood dumbly to watch this death match. I couldn’t look at Selene, if I saw the state of her in her dress, my heart would have broken and I’d have been quickly injured. Instead I drove on, chasing Julien down grabbing his hind leg in my teeth and dragging to the floor. Jumping on him I went for his neck.

Darius gaze flicks to me. I hold it steadily. Say it. "A woman," he says finally. "Name's Mara Wyatt." The line goes quiet. Then: "You always did like difficult jobs." "Can you do it or not?" "I can do anything. For the right price." "Name it." A number. High. Very high. Darius doesn't even hesitate. "Done." The channel closes. Darius exhales with shoulders loosening just a fraction as if the act of summoning violence steadied him.

Kayson said seriously. “Silence, kid! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” shouted Master Garland. “He’s Darius Garcia, the most famous fighter of all time! “He can crush you with one finger. How dare you talk to him in that attitude? Right now, not even God can save you!” Kayson gazed at him and said, “If you want the Bocca Fruit, try to take it from me.” Darius grimly grinned and said, “Since you have a death wish, I shall fulfill it!”

But Darius recovered quickly, rolling on the ground and springing back to his feet. I narrowed my eyes. Darius used his speed again, low kick, high punch combination, this time landing a blow to Fernandez’s jaw, snapping his head sideways. The remaining warriors muttered. Fernandez wiped the blood at the corner of his lips, smiled darkly, then charged like a bull. They collided in a blur of muscle and grunts. Fernandez overpowered him, locking Darius’ arms in a crushing grip and slamming him to the ground. Dust exploded upward. Darius tried to break free, but Fernandez tightened the hold, forcing his shoulders flat against the ground.

Battle or not. Lucius looked up at her, he had heard her call him ‘your highness’ but it didn’t matter to him, at least not at that time. “Yes, Emelda,” He replied. “Darius wants to fight in the battle for the throne. He is not going to back down and if given the chance, I do not think that he will hesitate to kill you,” she said frankly. Emelda wasn’t in the mood to mince words or to sugarcoat anything. This was a matter of life and death and they had to address it as such.

I feel Tobias’ strong grip on my shoulder, but I push him away and let my aura fill the air, making him drop in submission. “Vaffanculo! Questo figlio di puttana mi ha mentito in faccia!” I punch Darius across the face, making him stumble backward, but he doesn’t try to hit me back. “Enough!” Asher shouts, pushing his aura out, matching mine in strength. “We are about to fight The Underground, and apparently some witches. Save your energy and your anger for them,” he says sternly. He blows out a breath and runs his hands through his pink hair. I feel my body relax slightly, and I let go of Darius’ shirt- shoving him back a couple feet.

“Ugh!” The fight was over, and Darius had won. I was at his mercy, “I didn’t mean to run away! I promise!” ‘Eris! Pull yourself together and attack!’ Seven was screaming, but all I saw was Darius finally removing his ripped pants and getting ready for the last part. I was petrified. I knew what was going to happen next. My head was spinning, and my vision was getting blurry again. I tried to move, but I slipped.

We don't have peace in our own homes. "I want you to fuck this bitch until she can't feel her body anymore. After you are done, break all her limbs and we are going to record everything and post it for the world to see. Let's show them what they get when they keep messing with us. From today, if you see a witch, reap her apart, I know how to weaken them, and today marks the end of them using us to come back to life," the rogues growls in unison and angrily tears their clothes.

*clank* *clank* *clank* *clank*. Fawn blocked one strike and attacked. Diva blocked and struck back in retaliation. Block, strike, block, strike, the fight went on without any rest. It was as if victory would be determined base on who gave in first. Dash was up against Platoon and he was doing horribly against the human, non-ability-using giant. *Wham* Dash was slammed into the floor for the umpteenth time. The rate at which he was caught and bashed into the floor made him doubt if Platoon actually had an ability but was hidden, just like Wilson.