So i have shamefully went back to the pattern of relatively short Chapters, please forgive me, i promise to make them a minimum of 1500 words from now on...excluding authors notes. Well, here it goes i was really confused about what to do with this because some people said make Chase when, but then others messaged me saying Brooke's gonna win right? Well anyways, please enjoy.

As Chase saw her knee headed toward his stomach, he rolled up the arm she had used to stop his attack. He was now on the other side of her with his back turned. Before he even had time to turn around, he sensed another attack coming on.

He ducked and grabbed the arm she had sent at the back of his head, and with a sudden rush of force he threw her arm over, but before he had let go of her, he felt her hand grasp around his own arms. As the throw was completed, she landed bent over on her feet and immediately threw Chase like he had just thrown her.

Not wanting to be trapped in a cycle, he didnt grab on to her, but caught himself in the air with a handspring and leaped to the side, turning around before she could attack again. His breathing was slightly irregular and he was hunched over on one knee.

Where did she learn this technique?

Brooke's P.O.V.

Brooke stared at Chase for a few seconds, not in any particular way, but just staring at him. He wore a look of shock on his face and a fleeting sense of satisfaction went through her before she realized that the battle was far from over. She couldnt believe her style was working, or maybe she had just caught him off guard. Without the use of her magic, this battle was gonna be a hard one.

Chase stood up straight and smirked.

"So you're not as weak as you seem," he said now taking his full battle stance again.

"You finally got the message," Brooke said preparing herself as well.

There was another breif staredown as each of them glared at one another, and then suddenly, they were both off. Running at each other like there was no tommorow, Chase leapt and sent two consecutive kicks one after another. Brooke dodged them both and sent her own foot at his face as he landed.

Chase caught it only for his face to be met with her other foot and he was sent tumbling across the floor.

Brooke landed in an extreme lunge position and quickly stood back up. She looked over and saw Chase crash into the bottom of one of the walls. Now was her chance.

She leapt into the air as high as she could and stuck out her right foot, headed straight towards Chase. He looked up in time only to see it coming, but not soon enough to block it.

Brooke landed straight on his chest and the ground beneath him gave as a huge hole was formed around him and a cloud of dust rose. With a back handspring, Brooke jumped off of Chase and out of the dust cloud, somewhat out of breath.

She stared at the dust as it continued to rise and gradually dispersed. Brooke stood there prepared for any attack he might be readying to throw at her, but as the dust was completely faded away, she saw nothing but the hole she had created by landing on Chase. So where was he?

She suddenly felt a thrash in the side of her head and she went sliding across the floor. She opened her eyes and saw both of Chase's feet headed straight towards her face. With widened eyes, she rolled out of the way just in time, but she wasnt safe yet.

He threw his fist at her face, she rolled, his other fist, she rolled again, but felt something holding her back. She whipped her head around and saw her over shirt caught between the fround and Chase's fist. What made things worse was that his fist was headed towards her face again, and taking off the shirt, she'd never make it in time without dislocating both her arms.

Almost involuntarily, she put up a shield and Chase's left fist collided with a white translucent rectangular mass hovering over Brooke's face. Taking this opportunity, she slipped out of her over shirt and rolled onto her feet, grasping her arm. She noticed that the pain seems to vary depending on the amount of magic used.

Her spaghetti strapped, black suntop cut off right above her navel and showed all of her arms, including the burning black hand print on her right one. Chase quickly pulled back his hand and grasped his fist in pain. It had hit the solid white mass pretty hard.

Brooke fell to her knees and was breathing pretty hard and Chase now seemed to be taking her seriously, or at least that's what she thought until she saw a smile creep onto his face.

"So I finally get to see your magic in battle," He said looking at his hands, now balled up with each other, "But now you're in pain..." He glanced up at Brooke who was still holding on tightly to her arm with one eye closed in concentration and her teeth clenched. "A lot of pain."

Brooke looked up at him in pure anger and if her arm didnt feel like it had just exploded a thousand times over, she would have went at him with everything she had.

"I wonder if it was hurting so badly earlier when you used them," Chase thought outloud.

Brooke closed her eyes in slight relaxation as the pain had eased. She opened them again and removed her hand from her arm. The mark was gone. Chase seemed to have noticed her doing this.

"But the pain is only temporary," he noted.

"What are you making a documentary on me?" Brooke asked getting to her feet.

Chase looked down.

"Theoretically, would it be possible for you to control the light within a person," Chase began, "the good?"

Brooke eyed him suspiciosly.

"Theortically..." She answered.

Chase's lips curved menacingly.

"Good."

Brooke was confused. Was this a trick? Was the fight over? She wasnt falling for it. She suddenly rushed at Chase who only glanced up at her and sighed. She was about to shove her fist in his mouth when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

A sharp pain consumed the entirety of her stomach and she dropped on all fours. She coughed once and a small amount of blood spluttered from her mouth and onto the floor. She stayed there for a second in disbelief. It happened so quick, she couldnt even stop it.

Just keep fighting. Stand up and keep fighting. You have to prove yourself.

Brooke attempted to get up, but suddenly felt yet another thrash at the back of her head and her face went crashing into the ground.

Ow.

Everything was going dark. She tried to left her head up, but failed miserably. The last thing she remembered hearing was the muffled sound of Chase's voice.

The stances were so hard to get down. Chase's stance is actually the one he uses on the show and Brooke's were based on that girl from Mortal Combat andNeji's gentle fist style. I've no originality. So Brooke lost, which was my original plan because OCs cant be stronger than the ACs right? Well, please review to let me know what you think and again, sorry for the shortness.