So I tried to get it out faster this time, I blew of writing an essay for this. It got done EVENTUALLY, but anyways, here is the new chapter, where brother and sister finally CLASH! Ok ok, so its not THAT dramatic, but I can hope cant i? I wonder how many of you actually read my author's notes…well anyways, heres the new chappy.

Brooke's P.O.V.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Ouch.

Brooke's entire right side was throbbing with searing pain. She was slowly becoming accustomed to it, but couldn't keep up the way things were for much longer, and if she were to suddenly stop, she knew it would all be over. Her body would give out.

Brooke silently cursed her predicament as she stared at her brother in his usual attire of all white and watched in slow motion as a streak of onyx came whizzing her way. She smiled sadly as she raised only one hand and slapped his attack out of the way.

"Caliph," she began, "so direct, so blunt. That's not your style, not is it a smart one."

Caliph only held his stance.

"You feel so confident that you're gonna give me lessons?" he scoffed glancing over at Chase, "you've been spending too much time with him obviously." He turned back to Brooke only to see a streak of white light, similar to the one he sent, headed straight towards his face.

Without even making a movement, a black rectangle of transparent mass appeared in front of him, intercepting the light.

Brooke's attack put up a fierce battle as it clashed roughly against his defense, causing for one hell of a light show, as both of the spells suddenly disappeared. Without wasting another second, Caliph ran towards his sister.

The first move he made was a right punch headed towards her face. Brooke redirected his attack to the side with her tight hand, grabbing onto his wrist as she did so. She then took her two forefingers and jabbed them into his stomach, repeatedly and finally kicked him back with a foot to his gut.

Caliph stumbled backwards more in shock then pain, but quickly took up his stance again.

"So we've gotten better?" he asked intrigued.

Brooke ignored him, but instead, stayed in her own stance (which is the same as Caliph's) and waited once again for his attack.

But Caliph had a menacing look on his face. He wasn't going to go for the direct approach again. He was going to plan things out. Brooke waited in physical agony for him to attack, but it didn't look like he had anything of the sort planned, and then it suddenly struck her.

He knew that Brooke was running on borrowed time, and that if all she was going to do was defend against his attacks, he wouldn't attack, and let her body defeat her for him.

Brooke growled in anger and suddenly rushed towards caliph. Halfway through, she leapt up into the air, and continued towards him foot first.

There was no way she was going to just let him win like that.

Chase's P.O.V.

Chase watched Brooke fight her brother, but could sense that she was in a world of pain as she flinched halfway through the air. She wasn't going to hold up much longer, and everyone in the vicinity had to be aware of that.

Chase suddenly felt a hot streak of liquid role down the side of his head. He wiped his for head off with his gloved and hands to reveal that he was sweating. Now there's something he hadn't done in a while. But why? Why was he sweating?

Chase knew but didn't want to really acknowledge it. He was in a state of denial and he would blissfully remain there until…

Caliph caught Brooke's foot and slammed her into the Chase's marble floors, causing a hole in it and a cloud of dust to lift around them.

Chase felt his stomach lurch and knew that this battle would be as agonizing for him to watch as it was for Brooke to fight.

Brooke's P.O.V.

Brooke let out a cry of pain as two explosions of pain simultaneously detonated in both her back and her stomach. Her stomach from the pain of using her magic, and her back from being slammed full force into the solid marble floor.

Making sure it wasn't going to happen again, she sent a force of white light surging through her foot and Caliph immediately dropped it, backing up a little in the process.

Brooke hurriedly scrambled to her feet, trying her best, and failing miserably, to conceal her pain.

Her stance now barely qualified as standing as she was now hunched over and clutching her stomach. But she wasn't over yet. She was sick of this, sick of always losing to him. She wasn't going to do it this time, not when it really mattered, she was going to get her brother back to the way he used to be.

With new resolve, Brooke took in a deep breath as she had finally decided what had to be done.

Chase's P.O.V.

Chase stood and watched the match with an indifferent look on his face, but with a panic stricken feeling on the inside, something he was definitely not accustomed to. He was killing her, and if he succeeded, everything he'd been working for was done.

Chase was about to step in and finish Caliph off when Brooke stretched out a clenched fist towards her brother. Instantaneously, Caliph was engulfed in a solid white oval of light.

Caliph scoffed as his hands ignited their onyx color.

"C'mon now," he said, "Even you can do better than this."

He slammed into the inside of the oval. When nothing happened, his smirk was replaced by a frown. His fist collided with the inside of the oval again, this time in an angry fashion.

"What the hell is this!" he yelled in frustration, "Why can't I break out."

Brooke's P.O.V.

Brooke remained silent as the oval around Caliph began to constrict to match the exact outline of his body. Caliph froze stiff as the white glow hardened and he could no longer move, but Brooke wasn't going to stop there. That wasn't defeating him, that was imprisonment.

She made the light get tighter around his body and she noticed that his breathing had become strained.

She nearly collapsed as a surge of that oh too familiar searing hot pain went another distance as it spread into her left arm and down into her leg. She was barely standing as it was.

Mentally cursing her state, she finally spoke.

"Surrender." She commanded.

"Never," his voice was raspy with the attempts to breathe.

Brooke tightened the hold and Caliph began to choke quite loudly.

"Give up or DIE." She bluffed.

Her bluff seemed to have been given with enough conviction, however as Caliph nodded his head in consent.

"FINE!" he coughed, "I give up! You win!"

Brooke painfully lifted up the arm that wasn't controlling Caliph's prison and spread her fingers. In a matter of seconds, streaks of light all converged into the center of her palm, once again forming the glowing white ball that was Caliph's light.

In a thrust like movement, the ball was shot into his chest, where after a few moments of concentration, it finally sunk into his body.

Letting out pain filled wails the entire time, Caliph seemed to have passed out once the task was completed.

Brooke loosened her hold a little and when it was evident that Caliph was completely limp, she laid him down on the floor with the very thing she had imprisoned him with.

For the first time since she'd turned 18, she breathed a genuine sigh of relief. It was all over.

Then, like a bucket of cold ice water being splashed over her, Brooke once again felt the pain surge through her body and she finally stopped glowing. (REMEMBER! She was glowing the ENTIRE time) Just because her radiance stopped, however, didn't mean the pain did. On the contrary, the pain only seemed to intensify and Brooke felt her knees give in as the world around her was blacking out.

Chase's P.O.V.

Chase was still standing there in wonder at what had just happened. Brooke won. That was unexpected. He watched as she encased Caliph with a choking hold of white light, as she restored to him his light, and as she was about to…collapse.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Chase found himself catching the young Soyan in his arms and he realized that she was in a semi-conscious state.

He looked down at her with a look of impassion, and at the same time, the unfamiliar emotion of worry began to seep into his mind.

Her breathing was erratic and she couldn't even keep her eyes open. All the pain she must've gone through, she wasn't going to…no she couldn't. His plan. His plan. That's what Chase kept telling himself throughout the entire match. If anything happened to her, his plan would be ruined, but as the possibility was actually presented here in his arms, he could no longer live in that state of denial he had hoped for.

He unfortunately cared, for the Soyan girl.

OMG. SOoO sorry for it being late AGAIN! Well anyways, so maybe this was just a little boring, but i couldnt stand to keep u all waiting any more. Thank you ALL for ur reviews. Even u who arent reviewing, thanks for reading. hopefully those reviews will come around EVENTUALLY. Well. til next time, toodles.