Unexpected Event

This is chapter 10, into double digits now.

This chapter gets kinda angsty, it doesn't last long but it does and I'm sorry.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I had a blast writing it.

PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

Blake kept her glare on Law, she wasn't feeling very confident in her chances of getting out of the room before Law managed to catch her. While she was busy scolding herself for coming into this room in the first place, she didn't notice that Law shifted from his place on her hips. When she felt the weight on her leave, she sat up and shot a confused look at Law's back. Wasn't he just about to force an answer out of me or something?

Law walked round the bed and picked up a shirt off the floor, he removed the shirt he currently had on and Blake took the brief moments he was shirtless to admire his body. You can't really tell since he wears such loose clothing but he's really muscular. Blake bit her lip, trying to force the thoughts of attraction out of her head. Even after scolding herself, Blake continued to stare, this time admiring his tattoo's.

Man, I'm such a sucker for tattoo's. Blake shook her head as Law slipped the shirt over his head and covered himself. He turned around to face Blake and smirked when he seen that her cheeks were still tinted red. He took a step towards the bed and Blake flinched. Law had to suppress the chuckle at the younger girls reaction. Blake's bright violet eyes pierced into Law's dull grey eyes, almost challenging him to try something and secretly telling him that she wouldn't go without a fight.

Law sat down onto his bed, still staring at the young woman who sat at arms length from him. Law frowned at her stiff and closed off posture, he wasn't sure why her being on edge bothered him so much. He reached out but paused when Blake flinched and glared at the approaching appendage. Law rolled his eyes, then, before the girl could react, he shot forward and once again pinned the girl to the bed, both her arms pinned above her head with one of his hands. He smirked down at her defiant glare.

Blake tried to pry her hands out from his grip but he was too strong, after a few minutes of futile struggling she eventually gave up and decided to glare at him, which was severely diminished by the blush painted on her cheeks. Law, deciding to have some fun, leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Blake's whole body froze at the contact and her eyes widened, not entirely sure what to do in the current situation.

What the hell is he doing!? Why the hell is he kissing me all of a sudden? While Blake was trying to wrap her head around the current situation, Law found the fact her face scrunched up in confusion to be rather amusing. Instead of letting her lay there and contemplate anymore, Law leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, a proper kiss this time.

Blake's eyes widened once again but quickly fluttered shut, her brain deciding to not bothering making sense of the situation and instead enjoy it. Law removed her hands from his grip and brought his hands down to rest on her hips. Blake wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Law smirked, it was just like the time he tricked her into kissing him. Either this girl is hopeless when it comes to this stuff or she enjoy's kissing men she hardly knows.

Blake opened her mouth in a request for him to deepen the kiss, he was quick to oblige. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, they quickly started a dance for dominance which Law won in mere seconds. Nibbling on her bottom lip, he managed to get a small moan to slip past her lips. Law decided that he would explore a little more and brought his hands up and under her shirt. Blake froze for a couple seconds but didn't stop him so he decided that he was free to go a little further.

Law slowly trailed his hands up her stomach and passed over her ribs, getting a shiver out of the girl. Eventually the two had to break away from lack of air, Blake was furiously panting under Law, who mentally noted that the girl looked good when she was panting and out of breathe with a bright red, flustered face and glazed over eyes. Especially since it was him that caused it.

Blake brought an arm up and covered her mouth while averting her gaze from Law. I can't believe we just done that. Even more so that I enjoyed it as much as I did. After getting her breathing in check, Blake turned her face back to Law once again. Law was far better off than she was, breathing completely normally, straight face and cheeks not even touched with the slightest tint of red. She was almost a little insulted that she couldn't even make him a little flustered.

"You're not going to hit me and say I sexual assaulted you this time are you?" Law joked, earning a glare from the girl underneath him.

"I should but If I was against it happening I wouldn't have let it happen anyway." Law's face dropped.

"You think you could have stopped me?" Blake's face paled and her blood ran cold in her veins.

"You're not implying...that you would force yourself on an unwilling girl...are you?" The evil smirk from earlier came back and Blake felt the fear come back in waves. Maybe I seriously underestimated how messed up in the head this guy is. Not sure I want to stick around here anymore. Ugh, and it was just getting good. Blake sat up, surprised to see that Law moved off of her without complaint.

Law walked over to his desk, sat down, pulled out a book and silently read it. Blake was dumbfounded. What the crap? No. He could not have just glossed over what happened there, he basically admitted that he would have no problem raping a girl then got up and sat down to read? Blake decided it would be best to not try and rationalise Law's behaviour.

"You're scared of me." Blake flinched at the sudden voice, she looked up and saw that Law hadn't budged an inch but it was definitely him that spoke.

"I'm sorry?" Law turned to face her.

"The reason I got up to sit here. It's because I seen that you're scared of me."

"I am not." Blake huffed, a little more offended by the statement than was intended.

"Believe it or not, while I try to keep a level of intimidation on my crew to make sure none of them step out of line, I don't want any of my crew to fear me. That would make me a tyrant not a captain." Law stood up and walked slowly over to her, so to not scare the girl. The next words out his mouth would stun Blake into silence.

"I'm sorry." Blake's eyes shot wide open and her jaw hung agape. While it sounded very monotonous and not very sincere, it was the fact that the Trafalgar Law just apologised to her that stunned her.

"I took my teasing a little far. I would never force myself on an unwilling woman." He turned and walked over to the door but stopped just in front of it. "I may be a cruel and sadistic man, but I still have a heart and I'm still a gentleman." With that, he walked out the door and left Blake to process what just happened. One thought ran through her head. Gentleman my arse.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur and completely uneventful. Night time rolled around and Blake was going through some exercises up on the deck of the sub. Law said that she could do some exercises and not open or irritate her wounds, as long as they weren't too strenuous.

"206...207...208...209...210" Blake laid back on the ground. Stomach muscles burning from doing 210 sit ups without stopping.

"Sheesh, I might have gone over bored with the exercises. 300 push ups, 150 squats and as many push ups I could possibly do was maybe overkill. Ahhh, I'm gonna be hurting in the morning." She chuckled to herself. She stood up, onto very shaky legs and walked as best she could over to the banister.

Blake looked up at the stars above. Her mind instantly went back to all the nights she would stargaze with her sister. She also remembered a song her sister loved, back then it was just a song, now it couldn't be more appropriate. She was always proud of her singing voice. Preparing herself, Blake mentally thought of the words and started singing. (A/N: Anyone wanting to listen along, the song is RWBY-Mirror Mirror by Jeff Williams. It's a very good song, I recommend anyone who hasn't heard the RWBY soundtrack to go listen to it. All credit goes to Jeff Williams for the song.)

Mirror, tell me something.

Tell me who's the loneliest of all.

Mirror, tell me something.

Tell me who's the loneliest of all.

Mirror, what's inside me.

Tell me, can a heart be turned, to stone.

Mirror, Mirror, what's behind you?

Save me from the things I see.

I can keep it from the world, why won't you let me hide from me.

Mirror, Mirror, tell me something.

Who's the loneliest of all.

I'm the loneliest of all.

On the last word, Blake let the pent up tears fall. Remembering all the good memories of her family, most of which were dead or somewhere she couldn't reach them. Slamming a fist down onto the banister, Blake only letting herself think of the situation since her first night on the sub. Weak legs and tiredness from the workout are what caused Blake to fall to the floor, still crying over he lost family.

"Why!? Why did this shit have to happen?" Slamming her fist repeatedly onto the deck of the sub, Blake let her frustration and anger get the better of her.

The pain from her bloody knuckle couldn't even compare to the anger and pain she felt in her heart over the loss of the only people that accepted a girl like her, accepted a girl who wasn't even their blood relation, who's biological mother was known as a demon, a witch, a whore, a filthy, horrible barbarian. A girl who's been branded with the mark of hate and despair.

Gripping at her left thigh, Blake damned and cursed the woman who gave her the mark that lay under her thigh high leggings. The Adorins might not have been my biological family, but that woman sure as hell isn't any mother of mine. Blake moved the legging down her leg. Revealing a burn mark. The mark was of a Jolly roger, the jolly roger of the woman known as the blood reaper; Satha Poay. Blake's birth mother. The jolly roger was the usual skull but in the place of the cross bones were two scythes, both dripping with blood.

Blake took one of her throwing daggers out of the holster on her thigh and stabbed her thigh, right on the dammed mark. Satha Poay was known as a demon that showed mercy to no one, she was the embodiment of a pirate. Ruthless, heartless, a killer, someone who killed innocent civilians so they could take everything they owned. She would destroy towns and cities alike as soon as she arrived there, leaving no one alive, killing people in horrible, grotesque ways. She was especially known for torturing and killing children, even letting some of her most sick subordinates have "fun" with them first. But Satha Poay wasn't just all talk, she was powerful, in her time she defeated three warlords, all with relative ease. These warlords, were known for being strong, when they were still alive.

She was called the blood reaper because her weapon of choice was a scythe that was supposedly never seen without blood dripping from it. But one day, she seemingly just fell of the face of the earth, never to be seen again. People theorise she was caught in a storm and her ship sank, her along with it. To be related to Satha Poay was a death sentence and to have her Jolly Roger burned into her skin so deep that not even a tattoo would cover it, if anyone ever saw the mark, she would be massacred on the spot.

Through the fog that was her anger, an image formed in her mind. It was Rin, smiling. That's right, I'm such an idiot. I'm not alone, I have a new family. The image of Rin was joined along with the members of the crew she had grown to enjoy the company of; Shachi, Penguin, Bepo and even Law. Blake stood up, shakily and wiped away any remaining tears. I may have a new family, but I will never forget my old family and everything they done for me. Thank you, Father, Mother, Caz and Teal for loving a girl like me. I love you and I'll never forget you.

Blake turned around to walk back into the sub but paused when she seen Law, standing in the door way, leaning against the door frame. Blake swallowed, the events of earlier in the day still fresh in her mind. Although now she was more worried about how much of her melt down he had seen.

"How long have you been standing there?" She questioned, looking sheepishly down at the floor.

"Since just before you started slamming your fist repeatedly on the ground." Blake glanced up at him but fixed her stare back on the ground.

"Are you gonna question me about it?" Blake couldn't bring herself to talk about her family right now, it would be far too difficult.

"Whatever had caused that." Law gestured behind her and she turned to look at the puddle of blood on the ground where she was slamming her fist. "It would be best if I didn't force it, if you wanna talk about it then you know where to find me, but if it's something you don't wanna talk about, then I won't force you to." Blake was genuinely surprised at such a kind response, she half expected him to force it out of her.

Blake smiled and walked up to him, kissing him on the lips in a quick, chaste kiss to show her gratitude. "Thank you Law." She said as she pulled away. Walking past, Law followed her with his eyes, watching the sway of her hips. After she was gone, he looked back to the blood on the ground and smirked. "Troublesome woman."

The remaining days leading up to the tournament passed by in a hazy blur for Blake, with absolutely nothing interesting happening.

The morning of the tournament found Blake waking up earlier than everyone else, in anticipation for the fight. She had accidentally woke Rin up when she got up, she decided to just make breakfast for the two of them. After wiping up a simple but tasty breakfast, the two sat at their usual places and ate in companionable silence.

After about half an hour, the mess hall started filling up with all the other crew members, Blake and Rin being joined by two very groggy mechanics and the bear that was always cheerful and full of energy in the morning. After an hour, Law was the only member to not have entered the hall, Blake was getting worried, they had to leave soon so that they could get to the tournament sigh ups in time. Blake got a brilliant idea and turned to Rin, the little turned to look at her in kind.

"Think you could do me a favour?" Rin scribbled an answer.

"What is it?" Blake smiled. Shachi and Penguin had done a good job over the past few days at teaching her proper grammar.

"Think you could go wake Law up for me?" Rin smiled and nodded before running off.

"You sure that was a good idea? Law can be really pissy if he gets woken up." Blake chuckled at Penguin's worry.

"Oh come on, you know how Law adores Rin, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, even if she woke him up." Penguin had to admit that she had a point.

Another ten minutes passed before the mess hall doors opened again. Blake looked up and what she saw made her heart twinge. Law walked in, very tired and very groggy. But what was so cute is that he was carrying Rin on his shoulders and she had his precious hat on her head, her face being covered by the far too large hat. Rin was having the time of her life riding on the mans shoulders, even Law had a small smile on his face at the little girls antics of trying to get the hat to stop falling over her face. Law ran a hand through his messy hair and Blake couldn't help admire how he looked without the hat. God, why do guys with kids look so damn attractive. Even if Rin isn't his.

Law made a simple breakfast then joined Blake at the table, with Rin still on his shoulders. "I take it you were the one that made Rin wake me up." Blake flinched at this, not sure if he was going to take his annoyance out on her.

With a nervous chuckle she answered. "Uhh yea I was, I just thought that you would want to come watch the tournament, that's all." Law glared at her then sighed and focused on finishing his breakfast.

Not even five minutes later, Law stood up and grabbed Blake's arm. "Come on, we're gonna be late." Blake gave an indignant huff but allowed herself to be dragged.

Rin, still on Law's shoulders, turned to give Blake an excited smile. Blake couldn't help but smile in return, the anticipation of the tournament turning into excitement.

After leaving the sub, it was a ten minute walk until they got to the colosseum. Blake, forgetting she still had to pick up her weapons from the old blacksmith quickly informed Law that she would only be a few minutes then ran off in the direction of the blacksmiths house.

Arriving in under two minutes, Blake quickly knocked on the door and bounced on her heels as she waited for the door to open. The door opened and Blake was greeted by the old man glaring at her, his expression quickly softened when he realised who it was. He opened the door and gestured for her to follow him.

Blake sat at the table, waiting for the old man to return. She heard a door open and looked to see the old man walk through with something - she assumed her weapon - wrapped up in a towel. The old man sat across from her and placed the towel in front of her. Blake looked from the bundle to the old man.

"So, is our deal still on?" The old man smiled then nodded.

"Awesome, I'll be going then. Don't wanna be late." She stood and headed to the door before turning and thank the man for the weapon. Once out the door she sprinted back to Law and Rin.

When she got back, she was glad to see that the registrations were still open. Rushing over, she quickly signed her name down and was given a slip of paper that identified her as a figher, Law and Rin along with Shachi, Penguin and Bepo - who arrived while she was away - were given slips that identified them as front row spectators. Friends and family of fighters are given front row seats so they can better show their support of the fighter they are cheering for.

They all walked into the colosseum together but Blake quickly bid farewell as she had to leave for the fighter prep area. Once she arrived in the prep area, the first thing she done was scan the room to look at the competition. There was a lot of large muscly men, some looked ridiculous and some looked genuinely intimidating. Blake walked over to a secluded corner and sat down, taking the bundle out from under her arm, she unwrapped the towel and revealed two brand new, shiny daggers. The daggers were two Kujang daggers, albeit larger than the standard Kujang, each dagger was the length of Blake's forearm. (A/N: I suggest you look up what a Kujang dagger looks like, I'm not competent enough to describe it.)

Blake looked to the hilt for the most crucial part of the design and smirked when she seen a clip on the bottom of each of the hilts, next she had to make sure the hilts were made of the Kafroidian metal, looking at the daggers in front of her, she imagined the hilts being free flowing and to her relief, the hilts started deforming and the blades of the daggers flopped around, moving around erratically because of the loss of a solid base. Blake made the hilts solid again and put the daggers into the sheaths that were located on the small of her back.

Looking down at her legs, she checked the throwing dagger holsters on her thighs to make sure she had ten daggers in both holsters. Next, she checked the pouch she had on her right thigh, she put her hand into the pouch and pulled out a bright pink pill. Doubt i'll need this but i'll hold onto it anyway. And lastly she checked that the quiver on her back was stocked with arrows and the mechanism was working that she had everything she needed, she once again scanned the room, but this time noticed that she was being stared at. A tall man at the opposite side of the room was smirking at her. He was big, probably taller than Law, he had bright blue spiky hair and a burn scar across his whole bottom jaw. Blake felt worry flash through her, something about him unsettled her. And it wasn't just the predatory look he was giving her.

Blake was broken out of her thoughts when another man approached her. "Hey pretty lady" Blake felt sick as soon as his arm was draped over her shoulders. She looked up and glared at the man who was bold enough to try something. The man smirked down at her, being a good foot taller than her.

"What's a cute thing like you doing fighting in this tournament?" Blake scoffed at the man.

"I'm here to win." The man gave a bellowing laugh at her answer. Great, a sexist bastard who thinks women can't kick mens asses.

"I'd sure like to see you try." Blake felt her short temper rising quickly.

She removed the mans arm from her shoulders and started walking away, intending to ignore the man. But he made a mistake. He slapped Blake's ass as she walked away. Blake stopped walking.

Sighing, Blake decided to end this poor fools existence. Spinning on the spot, Blake planted a kick square in the mans nuts, as he bent forward she slammed her knee into his chin but before he could go anywhere, she grabbed his collar and brought her head up as she was bringing his down and delivered a powerful headbutt. Cheers from the spectators in the room rang clear in Blake's ears.

The mans head flew back, but he recovered and threw a punch at her, she stepped to the side, so she was on the inside of the punch, she grabbed his arm with both hands, threw herself backwards and planted her feet into his gut, easily and somehow gracefully throwing him over her.

As the mans back hit the ground Blake done a one handed back flip and slammed her knees into his gut, pulling out one of her new daggers, she brought the tip just inches away from his throat. Blake thought the man would give up but he had other plans. He wrapped a large hand around one of her legs and threw her into a wall, Blake not prepared for the sudden action took the full force of it. People had to scramble away from her so they wouldn't get caught up in the fight.

Standing back up, Blake looked up time to easily dodge the sloppy punch that the man threw at her. She crouched low and slashed at the mans leg with her dagger and the man dropped to one knee, Blake rolled her eyes. How could a guy that's fighting in a tournament fall to a knee after one slash to his leg. Not caring that the man wasn't doing anything to fight back at this point, Blake continued her assault.

Blake spun on her heel and delivered a kick to the mans face, as he was falling back, she dashed behind the man and dropped to her back, her legs aimed for the mans spine. Using her hands, Blake pushed up into a handstand and shot her legs out, hitting the man in the back, the man yelled out in pain.

The kick lifted the man off the ground. Blake rolled out from under the man and jumped up to the roof, kicking off the roof, Blake flew towards the man and coated her arm in haki, when she was in range, she slammed her fist into his face and slammed his head back onto the floor. Blake knew she didn't have to keep attacking him. But her training and being raised to attack until your opponent is dead didn't let her stop, even if the man lost the will to fight.

Blake turned to the spectators of the fight and huffed when they all looked rather scared at her mercilessness. Blake turned to walk back to her corner. She was rather surprised that none of the colossem workers tried to stop the brawl, but she didn't really care. Although she was a little ashamed that she didn't stop hitting the clearly already defeated man. The one thing that she was always better at than her brother and sister was unconsciously shutting off her emotions and being a completely merciless fighter. Her sister was too nice a person to hurt someone who couldn't fight and her brother didn't have the patience to train in this particular field.

It's a technique they were taught their whole lives. The mind shut's down and the persons emotions are blocked so they can't interfere in the fight. It's almost like the users body is being possessed by something that knows nothing besides killing. It's what the Adorin family were known for. Blake, however, was different. When Blake fights, her mind automatically shuts out all emotions without the need of this technique, all except negative emotions. Blake tends to not let her emotions interfere in fights anyway, but when she gets emotional in a fight, all she feels is the unblocked negative emotions. This sudden spike of negative emotion with nothing to balance it out sends Blake into a state of temporary insanity where her true, sadistic and ruthless nature is revealed.

With Blake's neutrality and her cold indifference to murder along with her insanity spikes made the Adorin family even more famous and feared. Blake going out on missions and leaving no one that crossed her path alive, she quickly earned a nickname in the criminal underworld; Little miss merciless.

It was a stupid nickname and very cutesy. But Blake loved it, she was kind, small, very childish and considered cute. So it suit her well. Several minutes went by before the matches started. Blake was getting excited again.

The first set matches were incredibly boring in Law's opinion. Sloppy movements, rushed attacks, uncoordinated attacks, untrained idiots that fell in mere seconds, people pitted against people that they overpowered to the point where the match was over in seconds. Blake's fights were the worst, the girl has fought in four matches so far and all have ended in less than a minute. The girl not even breaking a sweat and looking incredibly miffed that her opponents were so easy.

Rin sat in his lap, eating an ice cream that she basically forced Law into getting her. I really need to start saying no. Law cursed himself for not being able to resist the little girls pouty face. Another hour passed by, the fights getting better and more fun to watch as time went on. After Blake's seventh match, a man dressed in an expensive blue suit stopped into the arena, holding a mic connected to a snail.

"Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen. Now the real show will begin." Law's brows furrowed. Weren't we already watching the main show. "The semi-finals will begin shortly." The man walked off and Law felt the anticipation rise, he always enjoyed watching a good fight, and from what he seen they deliberately pitted weak fighters against the strong ones so that the semi-finals and finals would be filled with only the strongest and the fights would be far better than the preliminaries.

From what Law remembered about reading up on the tournament is that there is three semi-finals matches then the finals is a three man free-for-all. The winner being the one that wins the free-for-all. So Blake has at least one more match to go. Through Blake's matches Law has gathered a few things about the girl.

She is incredibly skilled with daggers, managing to over power a huge man that wielded a huge greatsword, disarm him and slash him over ten times in the blink of an eye.

She was very analytical and strategic, she managed to defeat a very well known pirate - that was famous for his huge intellect and incredible ability to guess his opponents moves - by making the man over think what she was doing and therefore defend against the wrong sort of attack.

The girl had a very strong observation haki but amazingly weak armament haki.

She had insanely fast reflexes and was very athletic, being able to twist her body into weird and unnatural positions to avoid hits.

She was skilled in multiple martial arts and was even a skilled boxer. Once when she was disarmed of her daggers, she decided to go on the offensive with martial arts and was doing well until the girl she was fighting completely switched up her fighting style and Blake decided to do the same, switching into a boxing style and going on the defensive, delivering powerful punches to vital organs when the opportunities arose.

He also noticed a few bad things about her fighting while fighting; She was clumsy, sometimes tripping over herself or slipping on nothing.

She gets distracted very easily, being distracted by a strand of hair mid-battle almost cost her the match in one of the fights.

She can get a little over confident at times, underestimating her opponents and almost getting herself hurt.

She liked cracking jokes mid fight, annoying her opponents even further and even letting herself get into difficult situations just for the sake of a joke.

But there was one more thing he noticed, and it was by far the most important. She was consistent. Never once has she dropped below a certain quality level of fighting, she's never once let her fatigue and exhaustion affect her fighting, she's always fighting at her best, no matter how tired or injured she is, it would be bad in the long run, but a tired and sore body later on isn't as bad as being dead. Law was honestly impressed by her ability to keep fighting at her best when she was clearly hurting and exhausted.

Law patted Rin on the head and waited for the matches to start again.

Ugh, I really need to break those annoying habits. Blake thought as she wrapped her arm in bandage. She took a pretty nasty slash across the armin the last fight because she just had to get herself into a bad situation to make a joke.

"Man, the first four matches were super easy but the last three were actually kinda challenging." Blake grinned, excited about the semi-finals. Half an hour passed by before the semi-finals started. Blake was surprised how quickly he first match was over. Blake looked to the guy that was brought out on the stretcher. His face, well, what would have been his face was caved in, his skull looked like it had been smashed repeatedly by something big and strong. The rest of his body looked like it hadn't even been touched.

Whoever done it was big, strong and fast enough to end the match in less than a minute. "Next match; Blake Adorin and Dine Sever." An official called out. Blake got up and walked over to the arena entrance. Just as she was about to walk through she was joined by a large man. Looking up she noticed that it was the man that was staring at her earlier. His blue spiky hair standing out even more now that the light hit it.

They walked without exchanging any words. Except Blake stole a couple glances in his direction to try and discern his fighting style. No visible weapon. A martial artist? Maybe a devil fruit user? He has gloves so I can't see if he has any visible scars on his knuckles from fist fighting. Just gonna have to stay on my toes.

Walking out onto the arena, Blake and Dine stood at opposite ends of the field and faced each other, waiting for the go ahead. Blake pulled out her daggers, holding them in a reverse grip. Dine just stood, his hands in his pockets.

When the buzzer announcing the start of the match sounded, Blake dashed towards Dine, faster than most people - including Dine - were expecting. Dine was caught of guard, the girl showing no where this amount of speed in her fight in the prep area earlier, except she also sheathed her daggers during her dash. Blake smirked and let the momentum for her dash transfer into her slamming an elbow into his ribs, smiling at the audible crack. "Let me guess; You thought I was stupid enough to show my full strength during a locker room scuffle?"

Dine shot back up to his feet and charged at the girl. Blake, prepared for him to charge pulled her daggers out again and looked down at them. Looking back up and grinning, Blake slammed the top of the hilts together. Law quirked a brow when she hit the hilts together. But was even more confused when he seen the hilts start to flow. The hilts are made of the smart metal? Law was intrigued as to what was going to happen. Blake concentrated on the hilts, starting to form them back to being solid, but stopping them about half way so they had the strength of metal but the flexibility of rubber.

Blake pulled an arrow out of her quiver and rested it on the curved tip of the top blades hilt. "What the hell are you gonna do with no string on a bow? It's no better than a stick." Dine bellowed as he charged forward. Blake smirked and her hand started glowing. Blake aimed the arrow at the mans. Dine was closing in, fast. Blake let her devil fruit pulse behind the arrow and at the same time let it go, the arrow flew incredibly fast.

Law couldn't even track the arrow, one second it was on the bow, the next it was embedded in Dine's leg. He wasn't sure how Blake managed to make the arrow so accurate when she technically hit it on the end with a sledgehammer, but figured he'd just ask her later.

Dine fell to the ground, gripping at his leg. He looked back up at the girl in front of him, she was smirking. Dine ripped the arrow out of his leg and stood back up and started charging once again.

Blake rolled her eyes. Hard to teach a beast new tricks. Blake took another arrow out of her quiver and prepped it. But before she could do anything, Dine disappeared. What the hell? Blake looked around, only to realise that everything was gone. She was surrounded by darkness. Endless darkness.

Blake looked around, frantically searching for something that could have caused this. When she found nothing she decided to try and think of how this could have happened.

Law was confused, Blake was just standing there, she was ready to shoot Dine with an arrow but all of a sudden Dine stopped running and stood still and Blake looked around, as if she couldn't see anything or like she was searching for something. Law narrowed his eyes at Dine. Is he a devil fruit user? Law turned back to Blake. She was standing still, her eyes closed.

After trying to think of why this had happened and coming up with nothing, Blake decided to try and use her observation haki to locate something, anything. Closing her eyes and concentrating. Blake focused on her surrounding area. After a moment she located something. A presence, judging from where it's standing and how large it was, it must have been Dine. Smirking, Blake notched an arrow and fired it. Stunning the entire crowd.

Blake managed to graze Dine's cheek by firing seemingly blind, having kept her eyes closed. "Found ya." Blake said, grinning.

Dine after having lost concentration after the arrow almost beheaded him, he dropped his effect om Blake. "How the hell did you know? There's no way you could have known where I was." Blake chuckled, still having her eyes closed.

"I used haki. What? Didn't expect me to have haki?" Blake opened her eyes, expecting to be greeted by darkness once again.

"Ohh hey, I can see again." Blake looked around, making sure she could in fact see her surroundings again.

"So, I'm guessing you done that?" Blake questioned, turning her attention back to the man in front of her.

Dine glared at her. Not wanting to give it away. But Blake took his silence as confirmation.

"So what is it? Some sort of illusion?" Dine reluctantly nodded.

"Thought as much." Blake took the fact his defence was down as an opportunity and notched another arrow.

Before Dine could react, she loosed the arrow and struck him in the foot, nailing him to the spot. As he yelled in pain, Blake nailed his other foot with an arrow and ran forward, dismantling her bow then sheathing her daggers. Jumping and spinning in the air she kicked him in the gut, dropping to the ground on her hands, she spun herself on her hands and slammed her heel into his back. Dine lurched forward and yelled in pain again when his feet shifted against the arrows, his legs being forced into an odd position.

Blake - still on her hands - spun herself round again and slammed her heel into the front of his right knee, breaking it easily. Dine reached down and ripped the arrows out of his feet. Shakily raising to his feet, he turned around and surprised Blake by dashing forwards at a surprising speed despite his broken leg and injured feet. Dine grabbed her face and slammed her head back onto the ground, picking her up, he slammed his fist into her gut, winding her.

Before Blake could fall to the ground, Dine grabbed her leg and pulled her towards him, he punched Blake in the gut again, hard enough to daze her. As Blake rolled away, Dine walked towards her again. Blake stood up and faced Dine. Law noted how her body took on a martial artist stance. Dine threw a punch aimed at her head, Blake dipped down, just outside the punch and delivered her own punch to his gut.

Dine grabbed at his gut but wasn't quick enough to defend against Blake's next assault. Blake punched him in the face, delivered four rapid fire punches to his gut, an uppercut to his chin, then done an overhead punch on the back of his head, forcing his head down, making him bend forward, Blake slammed her knee into his face then kneed his stomach hard enough to lift him off the ground.

Blake grabbed him by the neck and pushed forward, forcing his back down onto the ground, using one of her legs to spread his left leg, she grabbed his right and raised it, before Dine could do anything, Blake delivered a powerful punch to his groin, making all the male spectators flinch and groan. Except Law, who just rolled his eyes at the girls blatant cheap shot.

Dine, very slowly got up off the ground, while holding his crotch. "That was a cheap shot." Blake just glared.

"What are you twelve? This is a fight to the fucking death, there's no such thing as a 'cheap shot' Man up and stop being a pansy. In a battle, there is no rules and no restrictions. I'll take any advantage I can get, and if punching you in the nuts will do it, well, then expect to be punched in the nuts." Blake glared at the man, clearly offended by his stupid remark. Law had to agree with her, in a battle to the death no one will care how they do it, as long as they win.

Dine looked almost surprised by her outburst but quickly steeled his expression. Blake pulled out her daggers and held them in a backwards grip, she rushed towards Dine who took a battle ready stance. As Blake went in for a slash across the throat, he coated his arm in armament haki and in a flash of speed, smacked the dagger away, out of her grip. Dine's arm shot out and gripped her by the throat, he lifted her off the ground and squeezed. Blake struggled to breathe. Dine smirked at her but it faltered when he seen Blake smirk herself.

Blake held the other dagger up in view and wiggled it about before her raspy voice cut through the silence. "Forgetting about this?" But before Dine could answer she stabbed Dine on the inside of the arm that was holding her up then pulled the dagger towards herself. Ripping his arm open. Dine shouted out in pain but didn't drop her. Instead, he tightened his grip and Blake gasped.

Blake manoeuvred her legs so that they were positioned on his thighs then she forced her face closer to his, even though he struggled to keep her at arms length. "You better tighten your grip, or you'll die." Her voice was barely above a whisper, Dine's eyes narrowed at her provocation.

Before he could say anything, Blake pulled the dagger out of his arm and stabbed him in the side of the throat. Dine's grip loosened instinctively when she stabbed him. Blake wiggled out of his grip and let him fall to his knees. Removing the dagger, Blake walked over to her other one and morphed it into it's bow form. She walked in front of Dine and notched an arrow.

"Wait, please." Dine begged, his hand gripping his neck. Blake quirked a brow at him.

"And why would I do that?"

"I give up. You win. Please I do..." Blake cut him off by shooting his right thigh with an arrow, Dine yelled in pain as the crowd grew quiet.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm giving up, the fight is over." He shouted but Blake just grinned.

"Why should I care?" Dine looked up, when his eyes met hers, he shivered. She had a sinister grin on her face, her eyes were sharp and looked like the eyes of a predator looking at an easy kill. She was enjoying his suffering, she enjoyed making him hurt. Dine shakily and slowly stood up. He turned and tried running back to the prep area.

He didn't get far before he felt a pain in the back of his left thigh. Falling to the ground again, he looked back and seen an arrow sticking out from his leg. He looked up and seen the girl notch another arrow. She walked slowly over to him, grinning the whole way. Law upon seeing the sinister grin started smirking. Seems the cutesy little girl has an evil side. Law looked down at Rin, trying to gauge her reaction but she looked like she didn't care.

Blake walked over to the downed man. She was having fun, she loved making people beg for mercy, she loved the look on people faces when she was about to murder them. She stood in front of her prey, tears welling up in his eyes.

Blake aimed the arrow at his gut and loosed it. Dine was starting to lose consciousness, the arrow that just entered his gut sure wasn't helping that fact.

"You fucking bitch." Dine spat.

"Aww, that the best you can do?"

"I'm glad your family were killed, the bastards deserved it if they raised a kid like you." Blake's grin fell and her eyes sharpened. Dine instantly knew he shouldn't have said that. Blake drew and fired an arrow into his shoulder. He yelped in pain.

Blake walked over, taking her bow apart to the dagger forms once again. She stabbed one of the daggers into his hand and the other came down on one of his fingers, cleanly cutting it off. Dine screamed in pain.

"Beg." Dine turned his head at her voice.

"What?"

"Beg for mercy." Dine's face paled and the crowd started murmuring. The event officials noticed the unease of the crowd and made preparations to end the match. Once the crowd stops enjoying the fights they put an end to them.

"Please, I beg you, stop this." He begged. Blake cut another finger off.

"AHHH. Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Blake cut off another two fingers. Her grin returning full force.

Please, spare my life. Show mercy."

"Mercy?" Dine gave her a confused look.

"Sorry, don't know what that is." Blake grinned an impossibly big, maniacal grin and slashed Dine across the throat, letting him slowly die and watching the blood slowly trickle out of the gash in his throat. After a few moments, Blake got up and walked away, sheathing her daggers. Leaving Dine to slowly bleed out.

Blake walked back into the prep area and the four other occupants turned to look at her. A tall woman - the other finalist - gave her an indifferent look while one of the men glanced at her and made sure to avoid her. The final man looked at her from under his hat, but was more or less unfazed by her presence. These four might not have been able to see the fight but they sure as hell heard it. She already knew her opponents in the finals would be. The tall woman, who had already made it through the semis and the man with the hat. There was no way the cowering man would win.

Blake sat down on a bench and anticipated the finals with a small smile on her face.

That was chapter 10. Hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry it's so long.

PLEASE READ: I'm sorry if any of you don't like insane Blake. I've read so many of these fanfics where the main girl is a super strong, really smart and kind-hearted girl that could match Law in combat.

I thought it would be interesting to see a fic where the main girl is a strong, kinda dumb and bat shit insane in combat but she was no match for Law.

AGAIN, I apologise if it has put any of you off reading this fic.