Khalida nods. “According to the landmarks, its an arena in Boston. Unfortunately, no cab has the audacity to make it out here, so we’ll have to take a.. my way, unless you have other means of travel. Less... normal.”

“Well it’s a peaceful little meadow, the perfect place for a battle to the death,” Asa answers simply.

Sorcha nods and leads him to the tree by her punching bag. “Okay. Now what?” She looks up.