So we're getting to the fight scene, but I didn't want to make the chapter ridiculously long, okay? I need to know what ya'll are thinking! Is her character to independent?

"I'm coming with you."

Chapter 10

Javelin headed through the rest of the day in shock, dazedly wondering what the blazes she had done. Volunteered to fight? What kind of person volunteered to get their butt handed to them? Well obviously, she thought, mentally flicking herself in the head, she did. Despite her best efforts, she was excited. She may not loved fighting, but she was good at it. Her Dad, whenever she used to visit, would stuff as much information, verbally and by showing her using stuck figures, into her brain, and strict instructions to practice. There were times she'd thought her dad had dropped off the deep end, but with the way her life had turned out, she was grateful for it.

Now, as she sat down to lunch, she leaned back against the wall and observed them with cool eyes. Larry didn't look like much, but if Ethan was right, his current size was much smaller than his powered size. Spitwad…he was a football player, but his only power was spit. Just how far or what that spit could do was up for debate until she could get on the ground with them. Warren sat down across from her, kicking her leg to get her out of her reverie. "Yo. I put us down for tomorrow. A couple of midgety eager-beaver freshman signed up ahead of us though. It's going to be a slaughter."

Javelin sighed down in her chest, and picked up the sandwich she'd bought. "What do you think is gonna happen?"

"I don't know. It depends on you." She caught his gaze when he said it, eyes narrowing. "Why?"

"No one here knows your powers. You're the wild card." She chewed through several more bites of sandwich. "Amy won't be happy."

"And why is that?" Warren asked wryly.

"She doesn't like me to fight. She has a pretty good reason too."

"Does it have something to do with how you got here?"

"Yeah. It has everything to do with that." She became silent again and Warren seemed to understand that was everything he was going to get out of her. Spitwad came over at the same time as the rest of the group showed up. Layla held out a hand to stop them from sitting, as Spitwad clapped a hand on Warren's shoulder. "Hey. I hear you and the little lady are signed up for tomorrow." He turned to Javelin, winking rakishly.

"Be careful. I hear that if you kiss him too long he starts…smoking." Javelin raised an eyebrow, seeing the red blush that tipped Warren's ears and the top of his cheekbones. A flame burst near Warren's shoulder and Spitwad cursed, jumping back a step. "That's a real bummer," she said lazily, swinging her legs over the edge of the bench and standing up. "It hasn't been a problem yet. But I wouldn't talk too much." She trailed her hand past Warren's shoulder and stepped up to Spitwad. "I hear you're lousy about going too far. Acid and all up in there."

He walked away and Javelin sat down next to Warren. "Sorry about that. What was that all about?" Warren glared. "Nothing." Picking up his tray, he left, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he went. "Ooookay… Layla?"

Layla sat down now, and everyone with her, sympathetic eyes following Warren out of the cafeteria. "Just after Anita broke up with Warren, she spread some pretty nasty rumors. That was one of them. That whenever Warren…gets going… he starts smoking."

"You are aware of course that with that one implication, everyone now thinks you're with Warren."

Javelin blushed deeply, burying her face in a sandwich. "And that's not such a bad thing. He's not terrible looking."

Javelin and Warren were suited up and waiting in the locker room. The team before them had headed out just before they'd gone in. The freshmen had looked so green it almost made Warren sick. Javelin didn't saying anything, but closed her eyes, listening to the faint cheers and screams of the students in the gym. "Are you nervous?" He asked.

"I always am." She opened her eyes, and stood as the buzzer sounded in the gym. "Come on. I want to see what I'm up against."

Inside the gym was a slaughter-fest. Spitwad and Larry were just toying with the small students, killing time on the clock. Boom wasn't even paying attention to the fight and read a magazine on his perch.

"Hey, Boom." Warren smacked Boom's leg to get his attention. Boom jumped in his chair, the magazine flying out of his hands. "Geez Peace! You scared me."

"We're up next." Warren leaned against the tower, watching the fight, while Javelin watched the frenzy. The green freshman obviously had little or no powers to speak of. If he had a jumping power, which seemed to be the case from his frantic actions, he was so terrified his powers weren't responding. The other was an elastic, but he spent so much time dodging flying acid that he couldn't do much.

Infuriated, Javelin's mind did a one-eighty. These guys had already taken out ten freshmen, deliberately. And there were so many kids that had signed up for the rest of the day. This was how every kid got P.E. credit! Usually Javelin didn't want to hurt people, but these guys, just made her blood boil. Her eyes lit up in a rather evil way and she carefully, and rather deliberately, began to remove her gear. Hand guards were thrown to the wall, and greaves were unlaced and tossed aside. Picking up her ponytail, she turned to Warren. "Get this thing off me." She gestured to the chest plate clips on her back

He raised his eyebrows, but did it. She let it fall and turned to the gym floor, where the buzzer sounded and the citizen met a splintery death. The freshmen slowly limped off the court and Javelin turned to Spitwad and Rock, who smirked at the far end of the court. She stepped forward, pointing down the long court to Rock. The gym fell silent as she pointed, and Rock's grin faded a little. "You." Although she was low, it echoed in the silence. "Are mine."

As she spoke, her left leg slipped back and she settled into a stance, hands curved into claws. Warren still stood straight behind her, but the rage was no less visible.