Hello Readers! I am super sorry that this took so long to get up, but I got to catch up with my "good friend" writers block. (Yay me.) Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I'm looking for things your suggestions, so message me if you have ideas or things that you want to happen. As always, reviews are welcome! -Mistblade


Training was just wrapping up when Aelin kicked open the doors. She didn't want to talk, she just wanted to bloody her knuckles on something or someone. The first person to catch her eye was Rowan.

"You and me, in the ring until somebody forfeits. Deal?" She snarled.

Rowan just looked at her with those blank green eyes. Damn him, damn everyone.

"Anybody? Anybody want to fight?" She shouted as she turned in a circle, fixing everyone with her turquoise-gold eyes. She spotted Manon and Asterion in the back corner, talking.

"Manon! You and Asterion against me until someone forfeits. You game?" Aelin called.

The wicked glint in their eyes gave her an answer. Vaulting into the ring, the three of them took up ready stances. Asterion lunged left while Manon pivoted and kicked. Ducking the kick and whirling out of Asterion's path, Aelin flipped Manon onto the mat. Asterion knocked her over but Aelin hopped up. This dance continued for a while until Manon and Asterion pinned her down. Glancing back, she could see people coming to stop the match.

"Yield," Manon said.

"Never," Aelin said with clenched teeth.

In a flash, Aelin kicked off Asterion and pulled herself out from under Manon. She felt her shoulders scream in protest as she flipped over Manon's head and wrapped her newly freed arm around Manon's neck, putting her in a headlock. Dragging Manon with her, Aelin kicked Asterion down and put her foot on the stomach.

"Forfeit, Manon?" Aelin said sweetly.

"Fine. I forfeit," Manon said with a grimace.

Aelin released Manon from the choker hold and removed her foot from Asterion. Aelin saw the shocked faces of the people training. At least she felt better.

Pushing her way past the crowd, Aelin went to a punching bag. She didn't really care what she was doing, so Aelin just pummelled the bag as she ran over everything she needed to get done. Find Dorian and free him from whatever hell he was in, figure out what the hell was going on with Aedion, deal with Arobynn and the rest of the assassins. Then there was the whole Rowan mess…

Aelin turned at the sound of the door, seeing Aedion walking into the room. The hell burning in her eyes dimmed as she took in her cousin. Gods he was huge. Aedion sauntered over to Rowan, talking easily. Looking around, most of the people had left the gym after the Witch vs. Aelin match. Turning back to the bag, Aelin gave up on just punching and kicked. She let herself sink into the rhythm of fighting. Starting at the sound of her name, she landed an extra hard kick onto the bag, breaking it. Aelin looked at the speaker, seeing Aedion. In the blink of an eye he had her wrapped up in a bear hug, crushing the air out of her lungs.

"Aedion. Can't. Breath." Aelin gasped.

Aedion relaxed his grip slightly, but refused to let go of her. Rowan stood in the back corner, watching. After a few minutes he decided to give the cousins some privacy. Squirming out of Aedions grip, she looked at him. His face had lines and scars that weren't there when she had last seen him, but that had been over a decade ago. Silver lined her eyes.

"I missed you," she said, hugging him again. "Gods, I'm so sorry for what I've done."

Aedion pushed her away to look at her face, "I don't care what you've done. You survived, I survived. Now we can work things out together."

"Okay. Where are you staying?"

"Someone offered Rowan and I a place to stay. Real big name in MMA and Gymnastics. Why?"

"Just curious. You know, you could stay with me if you want," Aelin offered.

"Maybe soon. Will you be at practice tomorrow? Can I get your number?" Aedion asked.

"Yes and Yes. I have to head out; I have a meeting." Aelin quickly gave Aedion her number and saluted Rowan. "See you tomorrow."

Aelin looked at Arobynn. Her 'meeting' was actually Arobynn's assessment. Standing quietly in the ring, Aelin waited for commands.

"Triple twist punch front," Arobynn stated.

Aelin obliged, twisting rapidly through the air. She turned and waited for his next instruction.

"Double whip, 780, straddled Arabian, layout."

Aelin grimaced. These were some of the better tricks she knew. Over and over, the ground tilted as Aelin flipped, twisted and jumped. Panting slightly, she looked over at Arobynn. He smirked back at her and turned to Mullin, one of his henchmen. They discussed briefly and turned back to her.

"Triple whip, Arabian Double pike, double double, back triple twist, punch front."

Aelin glared at him, "That's impossible. Are you trying to kill me?"

Arobynn chuckled, "Come now, surely you can do it. I've seen lesser gymnasts do it."

"Bullshit. The last person to try this almost DIED."

"Almost is not dead," He replied.

"She's in a coma now and is paralyzed," Aelin shot back.

"Well, I guess that I could talk to Aedion and Rowan about getting back into the ring," Arobynn said casually.

Her blood turned to ice. "How…" Internally she cursed herself. Of course the big name in MMA and Gymnastics that they were staying with was Arobynn.

"They're staying in the Keep."

Taking a deep breath, Aelin prepped herself for the impossible. She could see the quiet triumph in Arobynn's eyes. Running, Aelin flipped over herself to do the triple whip, pushed off for the arabian double pike. Punching back, she twisted and flipped to gain momentum for the double double. Almost missing the landing, she caught herself in time. Two last elements. She could do this. Executing the triple twist, Aelin punched front and stood. She could feel her legs trembling and that her shoulder was almost out of rotation.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Arobynn smiled.

"I'm leaving. I'll see you again for MMA," Aelin shot back as she strode out of the building. As soon as she got out of the sight of the building, Aelin fell to the curb and phoned Lysandra.

She picked up on the third ring, "Aelin? What's up?"

"I need you to get me. I'll tell you what happened in the car. I'm on Prince Avenue," Aelin rasped.

"I'm on my way. Hang tight," Lysandra replied before ending the call.

Five minutes later Lysandra arrived and opened the door. "What happened?"

"Arobynn asked me to do an impossible combo: triple whip, Arabian double pike, double double, back triple twist, punch front. My shoulder's screwed up and my legs are shot."

"Wait, that was the combo that almost killed…"

"Nehemia Ytger," Aelin finished.

"But you, you did it?" Lysandra asked as she pulled up to the warehouse.

"Barely." Aelin pulled herself out of the car, "Thanks."

"Anytime. Call me if you need something else," Lysandra said before Aelin shut the door and walked away.