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I'm an idiot and I hate myself, I thought. That would make a good book title. I ran out of the arena to the beach to follow Nicole. I'm a messed up jerk who would have been better dead on my cabin floor I didn't know what was wrong with me lately. Tears ran down my cheeks.

Blake walked into the arena, bringing Emma along with him. "Well here we are, first time here and this place is looking better adn better then my grandmothers house." He looked up at the seats noticing the girl form the infirmary. He waved his hand at her and walked to the center of the arena. He took out his sword and motioned to Emma to duel him. "You can if you want but if we're gonna get you to full strength your gonna have to start training."

Blake decided to pratice on some Dummies. He pulled one up to the center of the ring and turned the Cross into a sword. The black blade rose out form the cross with the arms forming the hilt and the bottem creating the pommel. He loved this blade, the color alone was enough to satisfy his love for the darkness. It's sharpness reminded him of his intellect, how he could think on his feet and perfrom any duty that needed to be done in a moments notice. The form it took when it wasn't the actuely weapon was what he realy liked about it. a Black Cross went with anything no matter what color it still held that grim look about it.

He stuck the dummies post and, as it fell to the earth, he flicked his wrist upward cutting the dummies head off but also sending it upward with sheer momentum. when it hit the ground Blake threw the blade into the air and caught it with the blade facing downward. He thrusted the sword into the dummies stomach. He twisted the sword to the left and ripped it clean form the hole it had created. He turned to Emma, "Now lets see what you can do." He didn't seem out of breath nor was he. Running miles at a time, nonstop, around his school track had improved his hearts condition while Taeqwondo increased his endurance. The two, both highly important, had made him a strong warrior. He walked to the stands and took the seat closest to the ring.

Blake watched as the new girl, whose name escaped him, destroyed a dummy. She was skilled but lacked defencive capability. Blake sighed and stood up. He brought out a dummy, this one in greek armor. He stood in front of it calmed himself and made a single stab in the center of the armor. The bade cut through the hardened cuirass and into the center of the dummy's chest. The armor fell off in a moment notice. Blake decapitated the dummy sending it in the air. He walked to where it would land and thrust his sword into the air. The dummy landed on the blade piercing the armor once more. Blake tore the dummy sideways from the blade, making a jagged cut where the kidneys would have been, and threw it into a corner of the room. "If you want to know more about me," He said, "Then ask and I'll answer." He looked at Emma when he said this knowing she wanted to kow what he was really like it was obvious with her lack of conversation, she'd been trying to figure out who he REALY was.

Blake grinned, "Sorry?" he said, "For what?" He clapped his hands and drew his sword, "Now lets spar, no killing." He took his stance and waited for her to attack. "Come on beautiful." He said the last part to draw her guard down.

Blake held the blade against the staff with his one hand, "Nice one!" He shoved the sword forward sending Emma, and the staff, back form him. He ran forward and hit the flat of his blade against the staff. He held the blade against it, then did a front kick, not using his full strength, into her ribs before jumping back.

Blake rubbed the side of his face, it turned red. He changed to his blank expression. He walked slowly toward her before darting to the left and making a slight cut across her arm. It shouldn't have hurt but he didn't know his own strength. He took his stance once more waiting for her to attack. He was trying not to kill her as best he could but he wasn't used to just injuring someone. Blake looked at Emma, "Alright, lets play a game." He said "Everytime we hit each other we name something about ourselves." He rubbed his cheek, "Now since you hit me I'll tell you this, I'm here because it the safest place to escape the investigation." He left it at a 'cliff hanger.' He pointed his sword at her, "Now it's your turn!"

Blake watched the girl leave the arena. "Should we go help her or soemthing?" Blake looked to Emma "Or no?" Blake shrugged and let the sword fall to his side, "Up to you Emma I don't care one way or the other but shes new and looks like she needs some friends." Blake looked toward the door where she'd left.