The sounds of cheering are deafening as Bee hastily deflects a brutal swing from her deadpan opponent. Bee has been on the defensive for the past... was it two minutes? Two hours? Time has blurred for the scarfed girl. Breathing heavily, she deflects another swing, frantically thinking. She looks at the ground, the sandy ground. She fragilely smiles, turning the next swing away from her. The girl scoops up some sand and flings it in Arban's eyes. Grunting in pain, the man flinches. When he finally can see, a hilt collides with his face, knocking him out. Bee looks at him, trying to catch her breath. The crowd cheers, startling the poor girl, as a man and a woman in white robes load Arban onto... a stretcher?

Bee shakes her head, steadying her thoughts and sheathing th- her sword. However scary that fight was, it was also sort of fun. She shakily walks towards the exit, seeing both Altan and Basilio waiting. The Khan laughs as the victorious girl stumbles onto a bench.

Basilio leads Altan over to her, boisterously exclaiming, "You did good lass! Nice quick thinking out there!" Basilio claps her on the back as he laughs, "Now I'm down a fighter for the upcoming tournament to decide who is the next Reigning Khan. Knowing Flavia, she'll somehow pull amazing fighters out of nowhere."

Altan looks at the Khan in horror, "You can't be saying to send Bee out to fight in the tournament?!" He exclaims quickly. Basilio only laughs. The girl stares up at the two of them in confusion.

Altan coughs, beginning to explain, "The tournament we are talking about is one held every four years. The East Khan, Basilio who is the current reigning Khan, and the West Khan, Flavia, send out champions not a part of the Khan's family. Generally outsiders are common choices as champions of each Khan." Bee nods in understanding, then the reality of it hits her, the girl dropping her face in her hands. Basilio grins, taking a sip of his drink. He nods to Altan before heading back up to the stands. Altan stands there awkwardly for a few seconds.

He coughs, "Let's get you situated in a room. The tournament is tomorrow so you'll need rest." He offers his hand. Bee tiredly looks up, nods and takes it, letting him lead her away.

The bed was surprisingly comfortable, Bee muses, laying spread eagle on it. She glances at the sheathed sword laying next to her, wondering how she got here. She remembers going to bed last night in her dorm room, after a long day at school. She had even changed out of the clothes she was currently in. Speaking of, how are her clothes not even dirty? How is she not dirty? She was fighting in a very sandy colosseum, yet she feels cleaner than after she took a nice warm shower.

Sighing, the girl decides not to question it for now. She can figure out this mystery later, after she gets some rest. Apparently she has a big day tomorrow. Thank god she took kendo in high school. Yawning, she descends into dreamland.

Nervous, Bee walks out into the arena again, once again marveling at its impressiveness. She glances at the 6 others walking out with her, two large men in armor, an axe fighter, and two men with books. The 6th catches her eyes though. A boy, dressed very regally with a fancy blade. The mask draws her attention. She hasn't seen a butterfly mask quite like it before. The scarfed girl shakes her head, deciding to glance at her opponents. There was a small girl with a staff, a woman with glasses, a pointy hat and a book, and an axe user. But why doesn't he have a shirt on?

The last 3 stood out to her though. A girl with straight white hair in pigtails with a long coat with symbols she doesn't recognize. She has a sword on her belt and a book in her hands. What is with people and carrying books into combat? At least this girl has a sword. The next was an armored man with brown carefully done hair. Is that a lance he's holding? He's next to an armored horse. She better stay away from him. The last man was dressed asymmetrically, one shoulder with a birth mark uncovered to the world. He was holding the same sword as the masked man behind her. Must be more conman than she thought.

She shakes her head, noting that the fight will start soon. The scared girl starts doing breathing exercises, drawing t- her katana. She opens her eyes as the announcer starts the match. She looks at her fellows, and seeing them hold in place, stands still. The man on the horse brings the small staff girl up with him and charges her side's axe user. Wind flies past her head, as she gapes at the glasses woman using magic?! That's real?! She smacks her face and preps herself as the shirtless axe wielder flings himself at her.

"Teach will show you a thing or two so prepare to be schooled!" He shouts as he brings his axe down at her. Bee barely deflects, the axe colliding with the earth. 'Teach' loses his grip on it and it's sent flying out of his hands. A wind blade flies past the scarfed girl's face as she moves to knock him out.

The mage pushes up her glasses. "It seems you do need your axe glued to your hand, you buffoon," she spits out, prepping another spell.

The man chuckles nervously, grabbing his axe,"T-that's ok, Miriel. It won't happen again." Bee backpedals, staring between the both of them nervously. Out of the corner of her eye, she can already see both her armored allies, one mage and the axe fighter are unconscious and out of the fight.

Chewing the inside of her mouth, she bolts towards Miriel, determined to take one out with her. The man rushes to block her advance, Bee swinging wildly at him. As she swings, the fire sensation returns. The blade wreaths itself in black fire, cutting through the axe blocking her. Blinking in surprise, the man is shocked as a hilt impacts his face and he goes down. Bee stops, staring at her sword in shock, and the fire disappears. She looks up in time to see a wind blade heading for her face. Then black.

AN: Second done