"Okay, are you triple sure that's everything," Daniel asked under the early morning sun.

"yes, that should be everything to allow you to survive my absence" standing up he studies the spell circle he crafted. it was a modest witch-style barrier. it would keep out all hostile beings and even bad weather, it would last about two hours under attack, a day and a half if left alone. now it was missing a spark of mana to come alive, 'okay so I've changed to the league fight outfight, made lunch for them, prepared precautionary measures in case something tried to attack them. today there going to take a break from training, staying with two minutes running range of the barrier until I get back. is there anything that needs doing?'

"can I ask why we didn't just go home?" it accrued to him right before he went to sleep last night.

"I have taken the time to touch up the magic circle completely" like that was the obvious answer. Garry made it clear they need some context, it kinda had to do with how sam designs the circle. for most witch-style teleportation, it was simply opening a gate between two marked spots. but that was like between to town or places witch visited often sam moved around a lot early did he stay long in a spot so he modified the teleportation markers. even unmaintained for a good while they could take single coming teleportation but leave through it wasn't possible without risking leaving body parts behind.

"I planed to fix it before we leave but I completely forgot you're all kinda weak." his friends weren't sure if they should feel offended weak with sam meant many things," and it takes about twelve hours to repair the circle so I can't do that when I fight in ten"

the camp was silent for the ten minutes, a tense silence. just as he was about to be teleported out of the mountain range he turned to his friend, "I'll be back!" then he flicked a bit of mana over his shoulder. it landed on the spell circle igniting it, the semi flames climbed until they formed a perfect dome around the camp.[okay that was pretty cool!] Garry and daniel agreed with the statement'

"so your my pre-i mean opponent! let's have a good bea-battle!" psychological warfare, "let's have a bloo-fea-bone breaki-i'm just gonna stop talking!" from the way his opponent who may have been 16 was nervously shifting his tactics were working."don't you won't cry to muc-"

"Stop right now!" the referee intervened, a lady who looked like she was in her mid-twenties appeared."if thing go too far I am authorized to shoot him so relax"

"tch!" his mental attacks were just made useless.

"now if you're both ready begin" the word left her lips a slipt second before the 16 years old stuck.

"you fast! sam gleefully comment blocking the knee aimed at his face, he reached out to grab him but he twisted out the way attempting to counter but sam blocked one more.' fast, agile, instinct' he noted parts of this kids fighting style as the continually exchanged blows neither landing a hit yet.

'shit, he hasn't even moved his feet" kyle was in deep hist he knew this after watching his opponent's last fight, but he knew he was in deeper shit seeing how out-matched he was, "like hell, I'm giving up! charging forward he stopped before him and kicked up dirt towards his yes. a normal person would have closed their eyes or tried to shield them, sam didn't blink as he lashed out with a backhand that clipped kyle's nose breaking it.

grunting the younger teen did a split aimed for sam's groin. again he was stopped but this time the raven got a good hold on a limb, "shi-AAH! he couldn't recover from the knee to his already broken nose before sam threw a leg over his shoulder and pinned him in a way that not only hurt his arm but was choking him with his thighs. the more he struggled for freedom the tighter the hold became, he had no intention of letting him go.

'i'm gonna blackout at this rate' he could overpower this guy with physical strength in the position. summoning his mana kyle drew out the blade battle rune, create a dagger of solid energy he drove it into sam foot.' you got be joking he didn't flinch, did he not feel it?!'

'that hurt, it hurt very much!' to return the favor sam twist and pulled the arm until it was jerk away from being dislocated. using the heat stored in his cheat increased the temperature of his legs to the point of burning. from the chocked yell he could tell kyle was feeling it. he held on until he felt the tense disappear from kyle's form, letting for he made sure his heart was still beating before moving out of the way so the referee could review him.

'no hesitation in any of his actions but he displayed more control than last time', she took a peek at sam who was making sure his foot heal correctly and trying to rub the blood out of his shoe.

'fighting in a grass plane has the disadvantage of making clean up hard' his dad was gone spend quite a bit of time doing repairs. 'on another note that that kid's strong' the blade pierced right through reinforced material. a thrum of excitement went through sam, "I wish we could play more. but I'm on a timer" he waited like a predator for the second round to be called.

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"start!" this time kyle didn't try a frontal assault, he retreated while drawing up a rune for cover fire. sam drew shard of night as he chased after him, the first rune was blade flying crescent style. he probably expected sam to dodge or block. causes he looked really surprised when sam cut through the mana construct. then the next one and the one after that, ' he really good.' only stopped using the blade rune interest tried the blast rune, then the fire battle rune, followed by the ice battle rune. sam cut or avoided getting closer.

"What is that sword made of?" it was cutting through anything sam didn't dodge. "it cut through a flashbang!"

"if you think that unfair then you've ain't gonna like this!" the lust core woke up its power directed to sam's eyes. the moment kyle saw the incubus symbol in his eyes,' why am I running from such a beautiful woman? ..wait women? before the confusion could be cleared there was a sword in his shoulder! it was ripped out a moment later staining some grass red before a foot met kyle's gut knocking him down. "I should mention that the paralysis is because of the sword," it was actually because of the witch power he swapped out with lust.

"and didn't think you ain't bodies are gone be of any help the potion leaking from the blade freezes most body signals, like the one telling you about the injury in your shoulder!" fling his sword around to get the rest of the blood of sam waited fro the refugee to appear,' why aren't they showing- he saw one of kyle's fingers twitch and suddenly he was a few miles back in a ready stance-merde! merde! merde! merde! merde! merde! merde! merde!' he was fighting off the potion that said he had a monstrous immune system, or he was an ability user. either way, it was really bad for sam, it was exciting him." I should calm down, there not safe out there!" that allowed him to center himself a bit as kyle progressively wake his body.

the moment he was standing on his feet sam lunged sword at the front, this time kyle got close hoping to make the sword useless,' I can't predict what he will do so I have to take charge!' in range he focused on the targets he could see." ah!" the sword was changing length before kyle eyes, now at the length of a dagger, it was perfect to counters kyle plan. spinning to the side he avoided the blade cutting flesh, his shirt not as lucky.

'Should I be worried about the fog?' the fog that was previously a sword was starting to circle them. he knew there was a danger from it but how much? 'can it turn back into a blade anywhere?' he was terrified but someone how excited people usefully when don't quickly after he started attacking their weak points, this guy brushed it off. drawing the blade rune twice kyle grabbed hold of the newly created dagger, they should give him more options to fight with. it seemed their creation was single for sam to attack and kyle knew he was folding back, the dagger length sword wasn't cutting through the daggers.

not that he complained now that he could use them to block the sword, he tried disarming but sam had an iron grip then he tried to cut his wrist and making the sword unwieldy. that idea went down the drain when he saw a cut heal before his eyes, "you! fucker!" he grunts in exertion as he tried to break the clash he started."AH!" sam hooked his foot around his ankle to pull it out from under him, kyle barely suppress the instinct to catch him and block the growing sword instead. his head rung but he wasn't bleeding and worse sam was putting his weight behind the blade.

with a yell, he pushed the sword to the side and lashed out with a mule kick. it took sam off the ground enough for kyle was able to get to his feet, drawing an explosive rune he aimed it at sam might land. three things happened as the rune exploded, sam sung his screaming sword at the explosion intent to cut it, kyle charged at sam hoping to injure him while he was occupied, the witch ripping unfurled.

"AH!" the weight behind the ribbon was strange kyle thought as it jarred his skull, face skidding to a stop in the earth. he was dazed enough for sam to land and to tie the ribbon shard of night's handle.,"fuuck!!" kyle cursed as he stood up both from the pain in his head and the now increased range of sam's weapon. he cursed again when he had to start doughing the sword whip thing which was by no mean easily he could track its flight plan when came was changing it with every move of his hands.

kyle thanked the gods when sam paused in his attackers," I got absorbed in a fight!" the laughter completely disarmed kyle, and that was the last thing he remembered before a sharp pain in his chest. removing his blade he set kyle on the ground the same moment the referee appeared with medical supplies," I avoided all organs so he'll be fine if he doesn't bleed out!" stepping back to let her work sam cleaned his blade before wrapping it up.

it took a while before he was let out of the space, they made terrible sure kyle wasn't gonna die before starting the reward ceremony. it turns out they didn't know when his next fight would be because of how injured his opponents got."I make no promises besides not permanently injuring them," he told the refugee who just sighed. it was worse cause he was telling the truth kyle had already woke up and probably walk away with a scar at worst, "where do learn that kind of shit?"

"South African tour school, lessons from all over the world!" he was proud of how well he did at that school before he ended up burning it to the ground.

"whatever! go you fucker!" she then kicked him out of the battlefield and returning to his mountain camp which was surrounded by beasts. it took a burst of bloodlust to scare them off not that it stopped sam from chasing down a fox-looking creature with vines growing off. he returned to camp with two over his shoulder, "I got dinner and breakfast," plus it would totally settle the bloodlust that came with his battle lust. thankfully the latter was already settled as he let the blood drain out the fox sam checked his friend with his third eye.

"oh shit!" besides being a little frazzled from being surrounded for the entire fight they were fine, except for Tyrone who mental power had grown by quite a bit. 'different kind of stress!' he figured the beast presented a different threat from what was in the cave,' should inform him of that.' he was brought out of his head by Garry asking something.

"enjoy your fight? he repeated smugly." you sure looked like it!" that's right daniel had wifi out here.

"he was a fighter personally but he lacked experience could find the hole in my defense and skills. let them be so plain too!" daniel scuffed at that and Garry laughed," I forgot he does that!"

[does what?]

"leave purposeful holes in his defense part bait part to raise the difficulty, a battle junkie at his finest!" was he really being made fun of after saving them. "oh don't look like that you know its true, I bet one time you fought with your arms behind your back."

"I need to get some water," he charged to the lake.

"you don't think?" daniel asked Tyrone who thought about it before nodding sam probably fought arms tied, the real question was if it was done willingly or not. when sam returned with water they didn't ask about instead asked what he was cooking, "fox soup and roasted fox!" as he said this he pulled out a pot and many spices and herbs.

"seriously you packed spices and cooking utensils but no soap," none of them have bathed since arriving and they were smelling a bit ripe but not sam he was smelling like sweeter as days went on. he wasn't sure but he thinks it may be the permanent change of his lust core, the same thing from his ghost core left his cooler than others.

skinning the foxes he removed the vines and inspected them to see if they had any use. he wasn't seeing anythin-' been so long since I've seen this species.' mirage vines, a chameleon plant that preferred other living things,' helper I have something for you!'