I had been excited to start fighting as part of training until I learned that I would be fighting against one of my friends. Tris. I had hoped that I would be able to fight against either Peter, Drew, or Molly. Even after only knowing them for only a few days, I already thought them to be insufferable. Sadly, their personalities reminded me of my brother's now obvious brutal nature known throughout the Dauntless complex.

When Will and Al started to fight, it was clear who would win. Will had fairly good technique, but he would be no match for Al, who had strength to back him up. Yet, Al was holding back. That is, until he learned from my brother that the fight wouldn't end until someone is "unable to continue." With one punch, Will got knocked out and had to be helped up.

"Good luck," I told Christina as she was called up next to fight against Molly. She looked anxious. Too anxious to focus properly. This would not turn out well. Adrenaline is good, but too much can be deadly.

Christina put up a good fight at first. However, Molly's weight put things in favor. Christina was pinned down and punched over and over again. Yet, she kept struggling. That is, until she reached her breaking point.

"Stop! Stop! I'm done," Christina yelled out, preventing herself from getting kicked by Molly once more.

My brother glared at her before dragging her out the door. We followed them all the way to the Pit, stopping in front of a railing, where Eric told Christina to climb over it and hang over the chasm for five minutes. She quietly obeyed, swinging herself over the railing.

Halfway through, Christina's hands slipped, making it so that her fingertips were the only things preventing her from falling to her doom. I made towards her, planning on helping. However, I was stopped by my brother's glare. He slowly shook his head, eyes telling me not to make another move, before turning back to face Christina. Unspoken anger flared in my eyes. 'That's right,' I thought to myself bitterly. 'My brother only ever cared about me.'

Fighting Tris was as bad as, if not worse than, watching Christina hang above the chasm. I tried to make things as fast as possible. There was no point in drawing things out and making things worse for Tris. Yet, I still felt horrible every time my kicks collided into Tris.

After Tris was down for the count and I was declared winner, I helped her stand. "I'm sorry about that," I say to her, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck.

"S'all right," Tris replied as she allowed me to help her to the side.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled. I was glad she didn't hold a grudge against me for knocking her out cold.

"She could have died!" I yelled at Eric, slamming my fists into his chest as hard as I could, repeatedly.

He shrugged, uncaring. "If she was cut out for Dauntless, she wouldn't be worried about something like death."

My eyes flared. "That doesn't mean you can force her to hang over the chasm like that, even if you are a Dauntless leader!"

"The Dauntless doesn't fear something like death," Eric replied. "You would do well to not speak like this to me in public."

I turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind me and missing the sigh that Eric let out.

I walked to the training room, letting all of my anger out onto the punching bags. By the time I was done, my clothes were soaked with sweat and I was breathing heavily.