"What a twist! Diana and Vita, for the first time, didn't just roughhouse their opponent this time around." The crowd laughed. Camille sighed, maybe because she didn't like how quickly these fights went by. She turned and looked at Odin.

"Are you certain Diana, or rather Vita, wouldn't fit into your classes more. So far, the only magic we could have possibly seen was that breath attack." She said dismissively with a wave of her hand.

Odin let out a dry chuckle before talking.

"Oh don be rud wit ta girl. She probable got som mana on her palms. Haha." Odin's dialect was beyond understanding and sounded more like a different language, yet both Camille and Hans understood what he said.

Diana had suggested to Vita to drop Earl softly on the ground when she heard that they had won. Although Vita did as asked, no one noticed the microscopic clump of cells that entered Earl's body.

Earl lay there on the ground with a Stoic face, looking up at the sky. A face with white hair entered his view with a curious look on it.

"Hey, Earl, was it? Are you OK?" Diana asked. He just responded with a huff and slowly got up, dusting his clothes.

"You go ahead, just gotta pat my chest a few times." Diana left with Vita with slight worry about him. After all, he had said sorry for what his friends did.

When they did enter the waiting hall, Diana learned that the ones who had lost weren't allowed in the waiting room anymore. However, they were still allowed to watch the matches.

It was now the semi-finals. If she managed to win this round, she would at least get second place. For Diana, it was good enough. After all, she didn't get so far with her own power. She sat on Vita's makeshift vine-chair while looking at her hands. She did pay attention to the brackets this time, and now she knew who she was going to fight.

Heracles, the first friend she made while away from her home, was the next one she had to fight. Well, she wasn't actually going to fight Heracles, Vita was going to fight him. She wasn't quite sure on how to feel about that fact, either. Everyone so far were using magic they had learned and worked with, but she just found Vita and won every round after a week of training. It wasn't even proper training, Vita didn't need it, and she was the one lagging behind during it.

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The sudden wave of depression washed over her. Her shoulders dropped and she let out a sigh. A large clawed finger propped her head. Vita was looking right at her with the large blue eye in the middle of its face.

"Stop being sad, it's disgusting." She fell off the chair and landed on a pillow of vines.

"Vita, you aren't supposed to say something like that when someone is sad! We have to do something about that sharp tongue of yours!" Diana pouted and threw her shoe at Vita, who caught it with a vine.

"Think fast." Vita launched the shoe back at her and hit her forehead. It wasn't too hard, but it was painful nonetheless.

"Vita, you!" She dragged the last word for long, but the ring on her finger started to glow. With a short 'Ah!' she got the shoe back on and walked out to the arena with Vita behind her. The crowd were cheering with sore throats, and so was the announcer. Heracles walked in shortly after with a serious face.

Before the announcer got to tell her line, Heracles shouted out.

"Hey, Grandpa! Can we change the rules a tiny bit so that Diana doesn't have to stand on the arena?!" The crowd quieted down and whispered among themselves. Camille and Hans looked at each other before slowly turning to Odin. He turned his head too, as if it was going to throw them off.

"Odin, when did you have a grandchild. Hell, when did you have a kid?!" Hans placed a hand on his shoulder and shook it. Camille was also looking at him, but without the 'I will stab you in the throat' stare.

"The dwirp int meh blud. Aye foun'im in teh desert an decidet tu trein em up." Odin shook the hand off and crossed his arms.

"Well, I don't have any problems with what Heracles suggested. What do you think, Camille?" Hans asked.

"Fine. Diana doesn't have to be on the arena for this one fight if she wishes so." Camille nodded. The crowd weren't too happy about this, but they didn't complain loudly about it either. Diana looked at Vita and Heracles, and in the end she slowly walked off the stage.

"Thank you grandpa, Diana. Now, Vita, let's have some fun!" Heracles yelled out with arms stretched out to his sides. The moment the announcer gave them the signal, both sides suddenly burst out quicker than what the audience could see. They both met at the middle, with Vita aiming low and Heracles aiming high, yet their fists still managed to land at almost the same time.

While Vita barely budged, Heracles was sent flying. Yet, he managed to stay on the platform by thrusting his leg into the arena, ripping a line into it while doing so. The physical strength needed to do that would be tremendous.

"Not bad, Vita, but I'm just warming up!" He shouted. Golden lines starting to glow on Heracles body as he pulled his leg out. The rubble from the ripped up arena actually stuck to his leg, moving over his body and condensing on his fists. He laughed as he ran towards Vita, who waited for him.

Heracles threw another punch, but this time it was much faster and hit much harder. But Vita still didn't budge. Using the vines, Vita smacked Heracles away and followed it up with a headbutt. Heracles managed to block in time, saving him from being punctured by Vita's horns.