A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

Shou-loatheUndying: thanks for your review my friend. Sorry I couldn't resist the temptation. We will be seeing a lot more of nyssa and Oliver interactions. Something is about to change the very dynamics of what of the league.

Al Owal's POV

The entirety of the League was in the te training hall. Everyone whether they were alpha, beta, or omega wanted to see what the omega would do to the alpha. Namar was not named Tiger for nothing.

The young alpha and Namar were on the mats. Both held their swords in a ready position. Ra's walked to the mats his grey eyes examining both of them carefully.

Then he snapped, "No killing. Everything else is allowed. Begin."

The fool of an alpha moved right as the Demon's Head stopped speaking. It would have been proper for the pup to wait for their leader to get off the mats first. He would no doubt pay for his transgression in the next training.

Disrespect is not tolerated by anyone in the League. Those foolish enough to show it were punished severely.

He watched in amusement as the initiate's futile attempts to get past Namar's guard were blocked. The Tiger was simply toying with the young man. The youth wasn't intelligent enough to realize that he was being played. It was too bad the Demon's Head ordered no killing. The pup deserved it for the way he spoke.

To his surprise he spotted the Warith in the far corner. She wasn't one to participate in these events. Then again it was likely she heard the insults about the very man she had ordered saved. Al Sahim owed the Warith his life.

Like Al Sahim, Nyssa was an omega. She didn't let the designation define her. None of the League let their designations define them.

Supposedly omegas were supposed to be the softer of the three. Yet here they had some of the most dangerous omegas on the planet.

While uncommon there were a few who found mates in Nanda Parbat. It was something that had to be done with care. There was never a guarantee that you would return.

His attention was returned to the battle when there was a cry of pain. The upper bicep of the initiates right arm was cut deeply.

"That looks like it hurt," a familiar voice said echoing his own thoughts, "What did he do to earn Namar's wrath?"

Al Owal didn't jump at the voice or give any indication of his surprise. There was surprise however in him at the sound of the voice. He had begun to have doubts that he would be seeing his initiate again.

Yet, there Al Sahim stood watching with his arms folded. Grey blue eyes watched the two men fighting. There was a hardness in the eyes that Al Owal could understand.

Al Sahim hated being looked down upon because of his designation. He Hated that it was Namar fighting and not himself.

Owal replied softly, "It does. The stipulation from the Demon's Head was no killing. Everything else in the fight is valid. I do have to wonder though. Where have you been? No one has seen you since the first day."

Al Sahim replied with a small smile, "I've been in the Sword's hall. There is an extra room that he allows me to use. I needed time and room to think away from everyone."

Owal's eyes widened slightly in surprise. When he introduced the initiate to Al Sayf he did not expect this. Al Sayf was one of the most reclusive members of the League. It was rare that he left his hall unless it was by the order of the Demon's Head.

Namar it seemed was tired of playing with the initiate. As the young alpha came in to attack Namar blocked the strike. Then he grabbed the other's sword arm forcefully twisting it until there was a loud crack.

There was a cry of pain as his feet were swept out from under him. Then the young alpha was pinned there until he cried out, "I yield!"

Namar let him up after a moment and bowed to Ra's. The Demon's Head inclined his chin in acknowledgement but nothing more.

Cold grey eyes stared down at the initiate as he said, "Let this be a lesson to you, initiate," out of the corner of Owal's eye he caught sight of Al Sahim moving, "Designition is nothing more than a label. If you want to be seen as being better than you must prove it."

As Ra's back turned Al Sahim was nearing them. The other members of the League had begun to disperse so not many saw what exactly happened next.

Ra's was shoved suddenly out of the way by Al Sahim. The younger man who had only been wearing a black shirt and black pants had not protection from the blade that pierced his abdomen. The omega didn't stop there instead of collapsing he took the alpha down to the ground the sword still lodged in his side.

There was only half a second of shock before it passed. The League immediately sprang into action. Some pulling Al Sahim off the young alpha. Others disarming and securing the man. One of the members slipped out to find a healer.

Al Owal was beside his initiate's side a moment later growling, "Fool! What were you thinking doing that?"

Another person appeared at the omega's side. It Ana she carefully removed the sword as to not inflict anymore damage upon the omega.

She growled, "I just fixed you up and here you go nearly killing yourself. What the hell were you thinking?"

Al Sahim said looking up at the ceiling, "I could see his intentions as the Demon's Head was speaking. No doubt he felt slighted by Ra's and wanted revenge. I couldn't let that happen. Not after everything you all have done for me."

The young omega tried to rise but four sets of hands stopped him. Owal paused looking up to see both Ra's and Nyssa having kneeled down.

The Warith ordered calmly, "Aibqi ya 'akhi. Alakharin sawf yaetanun alkhayin."

Ana said after a moment, "You are very lucky, Al Sahim. The sword missed everything important but you will need to stay in the healing hall. However you will make a full recovery."

Al Sahim gave a cheeky grin but winced when they hauled him to his feet. Owal ducked his head under one arm to support the omega. When he looked up there was something unfamiliar in the Demon's Head's eyes. Something he couldn't quite place.

There wasn't time to think on it instead he helped his initiate to the healing halls. There would be time for this later.

A/N translations.

1. Stay down brother.

2. The other will take care of the traitor.