"Uh...hey, Emilia."

She turns to the Baskar. "What's up Gallows?"

"No, I...just wanted to know if you think you'll win?"

"Of course." She let go of her confident statement. "I...believe I can at least. I mean, I know I have a very good chance at winning, especially now that I know this Astral Punch technique."

"If you think you can do this....still, that Loki guy seemed sort of tough." Gallows noted. "When he fought Wind it was sort of like...he didn't even try...and Wind was no pushover."

She looked on as if calculating. "I was suspicious of him...even if I fail...Jet will kick his ass."

"Still...just remember that this is only a fight. Nothing important."

"I know...I never even wanted to be here if you recall."

"Still...do this for us. We need the food."

She punches him in the gut. "Stop thinking with your stomach." She sighs. "You know how to ruin everything."

He stands up with a bend in his back. "I do what now?"

"Nothing." She shakes her head fixing her bang. "I'll get you to the point where you're swooning the ladies someday soon. Even if I have to beat it into you."

He stands. "That wasn't a strong punch." He comments.

"Well, I do have a fight in a few moments." The two stand in silence. "Which reminds me...a kiss to make sure I win." She looks around and sighs. "There's not even a man around to kiss. I'll guess I'll settle for Jet." She pats his tall head and glides past him.

"Hey wait if there's going to be a kiss..." She turns to him.

"You really think you're man enough to kiss me of all women Gallows?" She scoffs. "You're trying to step up to the big leagues now."

"Still, you didn't just laugh and walk off." He grins.

She grimaces. She should not have stopped. "Fine, if you think you can give me a kiss for best luck go ahead. I'm standing right here." She stands defenseless.

"Oh, I will then." He boasts.

"Well go on."

"Oh, I am."

"I don't see you moving."

"I have to make it lucky don't I?"

It's quiet a moment. "That's it," She kicks the dirt. "Jet will have to do then. He's more man than you."

Gallows' blood boiled. He moved as quickly as Jet does in battle and was embracing her in a moment. A kiss still not passing though. She stood there just a little bit shocked. "I'm more man then Jet. He's just a punk kid."

"Too bad you're too slow then." She kisses her hand and places it to her lips. "The kiss is over, and I'm going to be late." She breaks away from him. "We'll have to teach you where you'll have to learn to be faster with the prelude to the event and slower with the actual business rather than the opposite." She chuckles as he grimaces.

Walking fast seeing that she was possibly running late she gets to Jet who stands just at the entrance leaning against the nearby wall. "I don't like this one bit."

"You think I'll lose?" She wonders.

"Not entirely." Jet admits. "You will definitely lose this battle...I'm not saying it will be by defeat though."

Emilia looks at him in confusion. His words made no sense whatsoever. "The last round of the semi-finals," The official's voice woke her to reality. "Between Emilia and Loki will now begin." She steps away from Jet and walks out to the ring as she looks to the vacant playing field. Where was here opponent? That's when she nearly fell in pure fright when he walked from behind her to take his spot across from her. She would think it impossible to catch her off-guard enough for her not to notice a man at her back. She had to wonder what the man was thinking. Jet had said she would lose, and she nearly believed that a moment. She could not just let her friends down.

"With the contestants ready let's have the fight begin!"

Even though the battle begins neither of them move as the deathly silent wind passes through the air. "What are you doing?" Loki questioned with a gravely voice. His amber eyes glaring in the wind as his dark blue hair styled much like Jet's flutters in the wind. Emilia simply stared back. She blinks and Loki is gone. She can feel his presence to her back.

She turns in an instant. "H-How?" She trembles.

"I am just as skilled as your friend is in disappearing." With a grin Emilia is sent backward following an uppercut to her jaw. In an attempt to kick at him Loki moves, and Emilia throws a punch that knocks the man back a foot. A jab to the forehead is the reply to her hostility though. With a wave of his arm she is blown nearly all the way across the ring.

She stands rigidly. "What sort of move was that?"

"That was an attack only a monk can learn. Either that...or someone who is just as adept as one. Channeling Fengalon's own powers to me. I am not the only one with this Backlash technique. Many will learn it." Loki smugly explains. Confidence in his voice.

"I was...right to believe that you were not an ordinary man." She admits.

"Sadly however," He stands up in a defenseless pose. "I overestimated you."

She grits her teeth in anger. How dare he mock her? "Astral Punch!" The fist produced attack flies through the air as Loki raises his own arm and punches outward at the attack blowing it to nothing.

"You are no match." He raises his arm above and to the side. "Negative Zone!" Without knowing what happens Emilia finds herself lying on the ground and with multiple punch wounds. Not even anyone else in the stadium saw what happened. They just saw results.

She stands anyway. "Wh-What was that?"

"Whomever is hit by the Negative Zone will be frozen, which will allow me the chance to attack."

"I don't know how you can control time...but I won't let you win."

"Shall we end this?" Loki mutters.

Emilia swings for Loki hitting him in the chest, but Loki strikes back and Emilia throws another of her own. Each dodging each other's attack. However, it was a short time before she was hit again in the head, but Emilia was at least able to kick her away. Still, Loki barraged Emilia with many attacks that she is able to dodge, and that leads to her finally breaking through and hitting him with three punches and two kicks.

He stood in silence as they took a break. "I may have been quick to judge you, woman, but while you may be a decent fighter...still,"

"You win Loki." Emilia stands there tall. "I forfeit this match."

There was a collective gasp. "I don't believe it!" The official declared. "Contestant Emilia gives up! Making Loki the one who will move on to face Jet in the finals!"

"You gave up?" Loki blinks a bit suspicious. "People like you I despise more than weak ones." She just gives him a smile.

Leaving the ring she comes to Jet who remained as he was when she went in. He never even bothered to look at the fighting. "You knew I would do that in the end, didn't you?" He simply nods. She continues on her path where she meets back up with a frustrated Gallows.

"Why?" He cursed. "Why did you simply quit like that?"

"I would have lost either way. I think I have more honor if I do it this way." She admits. "I'm sorry...that I gave up on you guys too."

"Don't be an idiot!" He curses. "I think it's far better that you are okay, and rather not beaten to a pulp."

She just smiles at him. "No matter what you say you won't gain any points with me. Now...how about we sneak in and steal some free food for your slowly shrinking stomach."

"I don't think I'll ever understand how your brain works."

"That's rule one about women."