Shorts was the first to react, coming up to face Amaya swiftly and catching her falling body in her outstretched hands to save her the pain of hitting her forehead on the ground. She huffed slightly at the collision, turning to face her fellow Cervello to aid in the lowering of Amaya's limp body to the ground safely. Shorts kneeled on the ground, allowing Dress to place the head of the unconscious woman in her lap in order to reduce any muscular pain that would occur afterwards.

"Amaya!" A chorus of yells sounded from across the battlefield as the Vongola witnessed Amaya falling to the ground. Reborn jumped on to Tsuna's head to prevent the teenager running across the electrified field while Iemitsu handled the other teenagers, simply standing in front of them to stop them from moving. Even Levi and Lambo had ceased their onslaught on each other for the sole purpose of looking at the scene that had so quickly occurred.

"She will be fine once she regains consciousness," Dress' voice echoed across the roof as her partners hand came to rest on Amaya's pale forehead which seemed to be rapidly cooling. "Until then the battle should continue smoothly." Her tone was monotonous as always and held no room for argument, no matter how angry the yelling of Gokudera was from opposite her. As if the power of her voice was absolute, Lambo began running at Levi again to begin another string of attacks.

With less attention drawn to them Dress was able to squat next to the two women on the floor, at first her eyes looked to Amaya's body noting how she was distinctly more pale then she used to be and how the rain was now thoroughly soaking her. She then turned to her partner who was looking at her with an expression that was more solemn than she was used to, by now they had both worked out that in the condition Amaya was in she was in a spot of bother. However that right now was the least of their worries, what was the forefront of their worries? That would be the blonde prince of the Varia who had jumped down from the roof and was now standing over the helpless girl and the two judges.

"Petty girl couldn't handle it huh- Ushishishi." He spoke sadistically, obviously epically amused by the way the girl so pathetically fell to the ground. He leaned down slightly, his head tilting in the girl's direction in order to study the way she was breathing. "Ay, she isn't in good shape." He smirked to himself before his hands disappeared inside his coat in order to retrieve the trusty knives that he hid all over his person. Dress saw this and got up quickly, stepping over Amaya so she was face to face with Belphegor with her arms held out in order to stop him from going near the girl.

"No harm must be done to the third judge." Dress spoke simply causing the blonde in front of her to scowl and argue how she wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place, Shorts swore she was able to hear the phrase 'It will teach her to not mess in our business' but she wasn't interested in the Prince's hissy fit. She looked down to Amaya, seeing how her breathing was slow and shallow which is something that she didn't think was good for her in this state. For the life of her, Shorts didn't know what she could have done to make this situation any better, she wasn't a doctor she was a judge and she was well out of her depth with this.

"You're doing it wrong." A small voice sounded to her left, she turned her head to see that the Shark had descended from his perch as well and was now scowling down at the two of them. Shorts tilted her head to signify she wasn't sure of his meaning which only made the man sign in frustration before he walked to Amaya's leg, grabbing a hold of her left ankle before starting to drag her across the ground. The sudden loss of Amaya's head meant that Short's was able to jump up from her position and only watch what Squalo was doing with a glint of horror in her covered eyes.

Squalo made his way over to the edge of the building, unceremoniously dragging Amaya behind him making the girls arms stretch out above her head and her hood to fall down exposing the skin at the back of her neck to the cold floor. Dress was still arguing with Belphegor but was able to watch what the white haired man was doing from the corner of her eyes, remaining poised in case he attempted to kill her. Shorts stepped forward to follow Squalo and almost chocked on her breath when she saw him raise Amaya's leg higher. She honestly thought that he was going to throw her over the edge of the building so she would fall to her bloody end because of her weakness for fainting, that's why she was pleasantly surprised and relieved when he lowered her leg over the edge of the building.

"If someone is unconscious you raise their legs, dumbass." Squalo muttered to Cervello and with a small look to the Vongola, he couldn't have been happier that they hadn't witnessed him being considerate to one of theirs. It seemed that they were more focused on the fighting then on their friend that could have been dying, if Bel had his way she would have already been dead. Squalo leaned over Amaya to put her other leg over the side building before sitting down next to her with his arms crossed, he watched as Shorts approached him and stood only a few steps away.

"We can't allow a judge to die on our watch, it would show incompetence and may cause a retaliation." Shorts informed him, earning a glare from the silver haired man who grumbled at what she said before shifting slightly so he was leaning forward with his sword planted in the floor. His eyes shifted to Bel who had gotten Mammon involved in the small argument he was still having with the other Cervello, although all the baby was doing was threatening to fine him if he didn't shut his trap.

"I thought as much," Squalo replied to Shorts. Shorts, in the brief time she had known the Varia, would say that Squalo who wasn't the most agreeable was the one who definitely had the best common sense of the group and in this situation he knew that the best way to make the ring battle legit was to save that goddamn woman. "I wouldn't let it all go to shit before I had a chance to kill one of those brats," He hissed, refocusing his gaze so he was looking to the Vongola who still seemed engrossed in the battle and obviously hadn't once bothered to see how their team mate was doing. "The fucking trash criticise us for shooting Lussuria but don't give a damn about her." He spat out as his glare intensified.

"I do," Reborn had seemed to appear on the other side of Amaya, looking down at the woman with worry in his eyes before jumping down to her level. Squalo watched the exchange with hawk like eyes, watching as the baby placed a single hand on Amaya's cheek in order to take her temperature before lowering his hat over his eyes. "This isn't good, she's freezing." He stated to himself although Squalo was able to hear him crystal clearly.

"Of course, she's fucking drenched." He spoke back bitterly before turning away from Reborn in aggravation. He wasn't looking to see the way in which his green companion transformed into a blanket of sorts and fell on Amaya, that sight was saved exclusively for Shorts who seemed to be the only one who was paying attention. Reborn jumped back onto the raised edges into Squalo's point of view and fixed the swordsman with an expression that he couldn't quite debunk.

"I trust if she doesn't wake in a few minutes you know what to do." Reborn didn't even wait for a reply and instead simply turned his back on Squalo and walk away. This angered Squalo, first he was expected to look after the damned woman like it was his job and second he wasn't even being treated with respect for doing it.

"VOOII!" He yelled at the baby who didn't react in the slightest and to his immense surprise neither did the other Vongola bunch. He stood up then, wondering why they hadn't reacted when her yelled as the teens would usually wet themselves in fear and cower at his voice. He was going to shout for a second time but a hovering baby appeared before him, Mammon was using the small frog that the baby usually held as a form of transportation.

"I created an impromptu illusion barrier," The baby began to explain to Squalo, ensuring to fly around in the swordsman's view in order to annoy him even more. "They only see Amaya being cared for by the Cervello…This is going to cost extra." Mammon had the audacity to add to the end of his sentence which made Squalo angry enough to lash out and grab the baby to squeeze.

"If you made a barrier how the hell did the Arcobaleno get through?" He asked the baby angrily, bringing Mammon in front of his face so that the baby couldn't go anywhere else and instead had to look at Squalo's glare.

"Did you think I would use my entire strength?" Mammon replied in a slightly marred voice due to being crushed at the torso. "You couldn't afford that." Mammon added simply at the end of the sentence which only increased Squalo's anger tenfold.

"Y-you sound like a prostitute." A small voice was able to be picked up by the good hearing of the Varia who all turned to look at the seemingly unconscious girl who was being dutifully watched over by Shorts. Amaya was still lying on the floor, her head was still pretty painful and the way the rain was banging against it wasn't helping in the slightest but she was pretty thankful that Leon was covering her body. She attempted to lift her hand to massage her head and groaned in agony when her arms felt stiff and lifeless, instead she decided to take each of her legs off of the ledge so she could put them on the ground to stabilise her spinning head. "Only prostitutes attempt to sell things their skills to people who can't afford it. Business men aren't that stupid and neither are call girls." She was talking nonsense now and only serving to confuse the Varia members around her. Amaya raised her body to sit up and ended up catching Leon who transformed back into a lizard in her lap, she thanked the small lizard and ensured he was off of her before even attempting to stand.

On shaky legs, Amaya managed to get into a kneeling position and place her hand on the edge of the roof for extra support which she direly needed in this situation. From there, there was only two plans of action one involved standing up quickly and getting on with it despite the pain while the other one involved going slower and probably not making it to a stance which would be humiliating. Going with the lesser of two evils, Amaya stood up rather brashly causing her to sway uncomfortably close to the edge of the building, if it wasn't for the person who grabbed on to her forearm dangling her over the edge she probably would have fell of straight away.

"VOOII don't be fucking stupid!" Squalo yelled at the woman whose life was literally in his hands, he held her over the edge and kept her there with her body at a full 60° angle that would make anyone shit scared. Amaya was surprised that it was Squalo who had caught her, Shorts was much closer than he was and also less annoying then he was which is why she would later scold the Cervello for exposing her to this. All she could do was stare up at Squalo with a protective mask over her emotions so she didn't show any signs of fear in her compromised position, any crack of her mask might just encourage him to let go. Squalo glared back at her infuriated with how this didn't seem to cause a reaction out of her, the only thing stopping her from falling was the grip he had on her arm and she didn't seem to be worried. In fact her head was relaxed a bit which was shown by her blonde hair swaying in the breeze that passed them. "You've just fainted and now you're going to stand up like nothing's wrong, idiotic bitch!"

"You stopped me from falling though didn't you?!" She screamed back at him, more annoyed then scared. What she said made Squalo grin at her, it was a sadistic grin which she realised was right at home on his face that was perfect for scaring victims right before he made them suffer. Squalo stepped up on to the edge and suddenly lowered Amaya even more making the girl gasp out with worry and bring her hand around Squalo's outstretched arm in order to solidify her life line.

"That's right," He chuckled at the face that Amaya pulled out him, if he had to decide he would say it was a mixture between a glare and pout but to those who weren't as trained as he was at intimidation, it would have scared them to hell. "Your life is in my hands and I could drop you right now." Amaya guessed that he was obviously blood thirsty but that gave him no right to take it out on her, a woman who he barely knew and had disliked from the moment he met her. Amaya decided to play this game he had obviously created, he was sadistic and she thought she might be able to beat him at his own game. She grinned back at him, making him wonder what she was playing at before dropping the arm that had the secure grip on Squalo and falling back slightly. Squalo had to tighten his grip on her as she did this as it added more weight.

"You could," Amaya started in an amused tone, she was daring him and he wasn't happy about it. "But you won't, you won't risk a fight with the Vongola before your beloved Boss announces it," She explained to Squalo in a relaxed tone, the arm she had previously held on to him with was now beside her head moving with the movement of the wind whist her eyes were locked with his in a battle of wits. "Because if you do drop me that's exactly what would happen, a bloody battle." She stopped speaking then, quirking her eyes at him once as if to say it was his turn to make a move. The Cervello were watching intently along with Belphegor and Mammon who had never seen anyone successfully negotiate with Squalo before, any Varia member who dared speak against him where immediately sent to the infirmary in the building. This woman though, this woman was trying her hardest to make Squalo break and it was becoming obvious with the way he began to snarl at her and the way he lowered his sword hand to become level with her bare throat.

"You don't think I could kill you?" Squalo asked her in a low growl, anger was marring his previously amused eyes which only add fuel to the fire that was growing within Amaya. Or maybe that wasn't a fire at all and was in fact the headache that was starting to build with this stress after being unconscious. He looked to Amaya's throat which was gulping at the small amount of pressure that was being applied by Squalo's blade, she hadn't tried anything to stop it though and didn't even flinch when Squalo angled the sword to nick at her throat and make red beads of blood draw a line down her neck and coat the tip of Squalo's blade. "I will slit your throat right now!" He bellowed.

"Oh no, I know you want me dead, that was pretty obvious," Amaya informed him as she felt the blood trickle down her neck and drip into her hair, that would be a bitch to wash out later. "I just don't think you want me dead yet, otherwise why didn't you kill me when I was at my most vulnerable a few moments ago. A bit backwards thinking if you ask me," She chuckled then, narrowing her eyes at the white haired man as if she was figuring him out which she honestly thought she had. "No, you want me to suffer first, you think that you will defeat and kill the boys, even worse you think that will torture me. You want to wait until I have no hope left, until I've been brought to my lowest and then you will kill me. Am I wrong?" Her head tilted to the side in a questioning manner, her eyes not narrowed anymore but wide allowing Squalo to see this is honestly what she thought his plan was. To him, it didn't seem like a bad plan in all fairness leaving him slightly surprised at how much this girl was thinking like a cut throat assassin, and a sadistic one at that too. He would never admit that the woman had read him like a book though, he was too proud to admit that anyone could ever tell what he was thinking.

Squalo growled at Amaya one last time before stepping down from the edge which pulled her up slightly before her sharply tugged at the arm he was holding which sent the women hurtling on to the roof. Amaya had to catch herself when her feet collided with the roof surface, she all but stumbled in to Dress and Shorts who were standing a few feet away and gladly helped her to straighten up after her small fall. It was only at this time, when Amaya was positive that she was safe for now that she rose her hand to feel her neck and inspect the cut that was made on her neck. It was still bleeding, coating her finger in blood as she pressed into harshly to try and stop the flood of red liquid that was flowing from the wound. The cut was only a few centimetres long but it was quite deep and was causing a redness to raise around the area, Amaya only now felt how it stung in the cold air as the adrenalin was slowly flowing out of her system.

"For someone who didn't want to be a part of the Mafia," Squalo began as he walked by Amaya and the two Cervello women who could only look at him with covered eyes. He thought that they might have been glaring at him if he could see their eyes, this was an amusing ideal. "You think an awful lot like a killer." This comment was delivered with a smirk and whispered as he passed by her, noting how she was nursing the small wound on her neck. Amaya thought about his comment as Shorts and Dress asked question about how she was, maybe it was true that now she thinking sadistically but she didn't take it as an insult, no she took it as a compliment. If this is what was required to fit in with the Mafia lifestyle then she was willing to do it because if she did then she might be able to save the Boys from horrors they can't imagine, but she imagined and was well aware what could happen to them. She vowed never to let them be on the receiving end of such sadism.

Never.

Right guys I actually made it to chapter 10! I know, I can't believe it either. So here's a chapter that has nothing to do with the battle at all, well apart from occurring at the battle, so this is just Amaya centric really. Anyway, let me know if you liked this chapter as I would really love to hear from you all! Thank you for reading guys x