Mayt headed over to Sasha and Damian, his face set. He was almost ready. "Damian, Sasha, I have a quick favor to ask, get some medical supplies ready. I don't have full control of my powers yet, and they can do... Serious damage. So, just as a warning, you may have someone to tend to here soon." He turned his back on them and rolled his shoulders, drawing his sword and moving to the battleground. All he had to do now was wait for Lazarus. He gave Master Jamie a glance and a nod. He didn't want to do this, but that by no means meant he wasn't going to try. Though, if he got far enough somehow, he planned to throw the S-Ranked match. He didn't want that rank. He may some day, but not now.