"Great. Another day and another chance to beat up God's gift to Morons." Tilly griped as she headed towards the arena with Carl and Sarah.

"At least this time you can use weapons." Carl reminded her.

"It's a damned good job that the knives aren't real." Sarah added, looking at the thunderous look on Tilly's face. She could tell Tilly was not impressed at having to spend so much time with Dan.

They got to the arena before everyone else and began to warm up.

"I want to pull one on Dockerty" Tilly announced as she leant forwards and touched her toes.

"Feeling restless?" Carl asked her.

"Always. Any ideas?"

"We could break into his office and rearrange his books?" Sarah suggested.

"That sounds boring."

"Actually, that sounds like a good idea. We can monitor how quickly he notices."

"Tilly, how the hell are you? Never mind." Sarah started to ask as Tilly began to swing her arms through her legs and back over her head, arching her back as she did.

"I'm very bendy. It's Nat's fault. She insisted I study gymnastics." Tilly offered as an explanation.

"We have 20 minutes. Any chance you can show me how to block the knife? I always seem to get zapped."

"Sure. It's fairly straight forward."

Tilly spent the next ten minutes showing Sarah to block a knife attack effectively until her classmates started filing through the door.

They stopped sparring and Tilly, Sarah and Carl took their places with their class to wait for Toby.

"Alright you lot! Today we are going to have a little competition. The person with the most fake blood on them loses the person with the least, the winner." Toby announced as he walked through the door.

"Winner gets this weekend off and loser has to work in the laundry all weekend." Dan piped up from behind Toby, glaring at Tilly as he spoke.

He was determined, after Tilly humiliated him, that she would be the one working.

"Toby, would it not be a good idea to split the pairs up and do it in sort of a pyramid scale?" Carl asked, seeing the look Dan was giving Tilly.

"And why would that be?"

"The winner of the last match would be the winner and the loser the loser. The results would be empirical and couldn't be contested." Carl explained.

Toby waved his hand in a 'continue' motion.

"It would also be a good idea, for the basis of competition if we split the pairs up and into two groups. Once we are in the two groups, names are drawn from a hat and then a pyramid can be formed. Rules would be simple. Keep going till someone gives. On the sight of real blood, automatic end to the spar and the bloodied party loses."

"I like that Idea. It will help to spar with people you have never sparred with before. Alright, listen up! I want one of the pair to go and stand over by Dan, the other over by Tilly."

The next two hours were spent using knives that leaked fake blood to indicate that contact had been made, with people slowly being eliminated in the competition. Everyone had managed to get caught by the knife and Dan was looking forward to it.

Toby look at Ward who was sat with May on the balcony overlooking the students, secretly assessing their progress.

Ward nodded at Toby. He knew Dan needed taking down a peg or two and he knew Tilly was more than capable of delivering.

Ward watched in amusement as Toby called Tilly and Dan forward, while the rest of the class started taking bets on who would win.

Tilly flicked the knife in her right hand, spinning it around her wrist before gripping it firmly. She bounced on the balls of her feet, knowing Dan would make the first move.

She expertly ducked his thrust, deflecting it and opening his stomach up for a swipe of the knife.

Dan hissed as the electricity passed through him and the knife left a thin red trail across his white t-shirt. He looked at his shirt and then at Tilly, who was watching him with her head tilted to one side, her face straight and neutral.

He lunged at her again.

She easily dodged him and spun to face his back, playing with the blade of her own knife.

Dan grunted as he felt his body fall forward. He knew that only one contact had been made with the knife, and it wasn't in his favour.

"Will you stop playing? If this isn't ended in the next minute then you will BOTH be working in the laundry this weekend." he heard Toby say through the haze of his anger.

Dan regained his balance and spun to face Tilly once more.

He saw her glance at Toby who nodded. Tilly's next movements surprised him as she ran directly at him.

He saw Tilly lunge at him and before he could so much as raise his knife to catch her with it, he something wrap around his throat and tighten. The next thing he knew, he was face down on the mat, his body throbbing from where he landed, Tilly's knees in the small of his back.

He swiped his arms behind him but he couldn't reach her, although Tilly caught his hands and twisted. He felt burning in both shoulders as though they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Give! I Give!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the sound of the mat.

He immediately felt the pressure in his shoulders released, as well as the weight on his back.

Embarrassed, Dan struggled to his feet. He saw Toby's eyes go wide and he looked down at his shirt.

He had twelve marks that indicated Tilly had managed to stab him thirteen times in one move. His eyes moved from his shirt to Tilly who was stood talking to Carl and Sarah and laughing. Dan assumed it was at him.

Tilly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out.

Meet me back here at 9.