[center][h1][color=ed145b]Fei[/color][/h1][/center]

Barely holding a sweat, Fei watched Jessi fight with sharp eyes, assessing all of his steps and positions. Both of them had to be on their best game if they wanted to win this competition and she would accept nothing but perfection from the guard. From the vigorous amounts of training from both of them, no one here stood a chance unless the games turned dirty. Before her mother was put within the equation, Fei might not have thought of going to such tactics. Should anyone attempt any form of such fighting, she would not hold back. For her mother, she would do anything. 

While she would never admit it, part of Fei was glad she wasn’t alone in this dreadful waste. With her mother somehow in the hands of the piece of trash they called princess, she wasn’t sure what to expect. The idea of losing her mother… She shook her head. Eleanor would return safely the Imperium, Fei would make sure of it. Nothing would stop her from bringing home her mother, even if it meant dying in the process. She continued staring at Jessi and she knew he felt the same. They just had to win this dreadful competition. 

After the first rounds had finished, all of the competitors were shipped to feast with Emilia. Fei almost barfed at the idea of sitting at the same table as the woman. But she stayed silent as she stood beside Jessi, her eyes calculating her enemy’s strengths and weaknesses. Unless they possessed hidden secrets, Fei honestly believed the two of them would be the last standing. Having no friends for all of her life seemed worth it as she stood here among traitors and filth, waiting for the moment she could burn them all to crisps. 

Silence echoed across the room, only the sound of breathing could be heard, as Emilia made her appearance and spoke before the crowd. She began to give tributes and introduction to the competitors, claiming Fei as the daughter of her enemy. It was easy how much one forgot who she was when they had an army of filth and traitors backing them up. When Fei won the relic, when she took her mother, she would make her remember. Make her understand who she was messing with and make. Her. Pay. Fei’s irises burned with a golden flame, pinpointed exactly on Emilia. Any rational person would run in the other direction but Emilia was the princess of traitors, clearly immune to any form of rational thinking. 

Fei’s arms clenched into tight fists as her mother entered the room, dressed as a pathetic slave and serving to the wretched princess. As Emilia proposed a toast, Fei  stared with her burning eyes at her mother as Emilia went to give Eleanor a sip of her drink. Every ounce of Fei’s body wanted to burn Emilia alive, make her suffer in pain for even touching her mother’s body. She wanted blood, Emilia’s blood. The tome glowed beneath her shirt. Gods help them all. Fei would settle it right here, right now. All other sounds seemed to be silenced and only Emilia and Fei existed. The tips of Fei’s hair crackled with flame, yearning to devour on Emilia’s pain. It would be a slow death. She raised her hand and pointed it toward… 

A soft voice shattered Fei from her intense concentration and spell, bringing her back to the dinner party. Blinking, she looked down to find one of the competitors, Tegonay she believed, warning her about the competition. The knight was dressed in all black and thick armor that she wondered if her fire could penetrate through. Appearance worthy of being titled as one who served the Imperium.  A soft chuckle escaped her mouth though. [color=ed145b]“You dare question my part here? My name is Fei, daughter of the mighty Asgard, Crimson Knight of the Imperium. I’ve spent my entire life training and training, never once a moment of relaxation. I will win this ridiculous competition and I will bring my mother home. And anyone, no matter their allegiance, who dares tries to get in my way will burn.”[/color] She stared the knight down, daring him to speak another word. 

Before the knight could so much as make a sound, Fei’s attention was caught by someone she had not expected to see. Jest of the Court. What was he doing all the way out in such a despicable desert? He gestured for her to follow him. Raising her eyebrow, Fei knew this wasn’t a request she could ignore. She whispered to Jessi to keep an eye of her mother and quietly left the dining hall. Hopefully everyone else would be too preoccupied to notice. She stared at the Jester, waiting for him to speak first. 

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	Day two of the bloody competition. Thunderous clamps and screams filled the colosseum as the competitors waited to find what their next challenge would be. She had no doubt Emilia had many tricks up her sleeve to make the competition more interesting.  No matter what she threw at both Jessi and her though, Fei would prevail. This competition was hers before it even began. 

	At the sight of Emilia, the crowd surprisingly hushed and Fei waited for the rules to be called out. It would be an all out battle where only two would make it to the finals. One spot for her, and one spot for Jessi. Smirking, she let her hair burn wild with a roaring fire. She stepped closer to Jessi and awaited for the bell to the commence the battle. Being the devilish Emilia she was, a group of beasts, mere puppets to the will of the fake princess, appeared before the battle. She only let her smirk grow wider as she looked at Jessi. Holding out her hand to the brave guard, she let her voice grow quiet so only the two could hear. [color=ed145b]“Thank you for serving the Imperium. You are worthy of much more than a guard, Jessi. For the Imperium!”[/color] She flashed him a grin as she pulled out her swords. This would be fun. 

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