Sonya got between the two boys, not even allowing Naoto to reply and defend himself. That really ticked the Italian boy off. Cyril just saw the to be Eleventh Vongola Boss as someone that didn’t have a backbone. He whined and complained but he didn’t see him do anything else but that. His eyes narrowed at Sonya, glowering at her back as she walked outside. Believe it or not, he followed, sighing and crossing his arms in front of his chest. What was she going to do? As he walked outside, he heard something about an assessment. [i]Assessment?[/i] he tipped his head, his brows furrowing roughly. Sonya continued to explain as he joined the others. 

So, they were supposed to fight her? And whoever beat her would get a wish? That certainly was alluring. Cyril could beat her, and ask for her to leave him and his aunt alone. No one seemed to want to step up and fight her first, so Cyril took the liberty of walking up to her and shoving his hands in his pockets. [b]”I’ll fight you first. And if I beat you, you leave my aunt and I alone. Understand?”[/b] he questioned roughly, his eyes watching her coolly. He supposed that she was an honorable woman. She had the appearance of someone that should be trusted. Well… besides that sadistic smirk. 

Cyril didn’t know much about fighting face to face. He almost always lost in hand to hand combat. It was as if he were overwhelmed by fighting in such close quarters. But he knew that this time would be different. This was because he was fighting for his safety and peace, not because some kid insulted him one too many times. He figured that he should have waited until someone else stepped up to base before he just rushed into battle, but he was filled with frustration and anger at her. [i]I need to get back at her for what she did.[/i]

[b]”So, Miss Sonya. I’m ready when you are.”[/b] Cyril said, taking a few steps away from her and getting into an offensive stance. [b]”Unless you’re scared.”[/b]