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Poppy

Okay so clearly I was at a major disadvantage in this situation. Not only was he taller, stronger and probably slightly fitter than me, I was wearing a backless dress and did not want to ruin my makeup. Not in front of him. But he was being cocky, and I could never resist a challenge. The only difference was that even when fighting with boys at school, I'd always had a slight advantage being a savant. There was none of that here. Any slight lift I would have had in the fight was dispelled by the fact that the opposition had twice as many gifts, with twice as much power in them.

Or that was just my presumption anyway.

'Okay lets set up some ground rules.' He turned away from me, slipping off his trainers and chucking them out of the ring. He seemed to have taken no notice of the formal dress requirement on the ball invite, and was wearing skinny jeans and a tight-fitting top with some kind of symbol printed on the front of it instead. 'No savant gifts allowed.'

Now that was a surprise.

I hesitated, considering whether or not I should disagree, but realising I had no idea what his gift was I nodded slowly. There was no point risking this stranger having the ability to throw fireballs and me ending up with half of my hair burnt off.

'And no punching, biting or eye gauging. I'd like to keep both eyeballs in their sockets and I can see how you might be forced to resort to some unconventional methods to win.' He turned back to me, his eyes showing amusement at my fierce expression.

He took a step towards the middle of the ring and stopped to look me up and down. His face softening and his mouth easing into a grin.

'Of course, if you're too scared you could always' He took another step towards me, so that we were almost face to face. 'back down.'

That was too much.

I slipped my bangles off my wrist and put them with his shoes before stalking back to the middle of the ring and looking him square in his beautiful eyes.

'You're gonna wish you never even got out of your rich boy bed this morning.'

Tristan

I bet she had never even seen a wrestling match.

'So we start on three.' I hear myself saying, lost in the delicate way she was plaiting her hair to the side.

Once finished, she flicked the long blonde braid over her shoulder and smiled sweetly at me.

'3' She said and ran to the opposite side of the ring from me.

'Stalling' I muttered under my breath, knowing that in a real wrestling match she would have already been given an official warning, and braced myself for the attempt of an attack I knew was about to come.

Five seconds later, I had a beautiful girl with both arms pinned above her head lying on the ground underneath me. Her breath was coming in short shallow gasps, and the small of her back was just risen from the ground as I used one hand to keep her there and the other to stop her using her hands to get up. I rolled to the side, releasing her, and lay staring at the vast ceiling waiting for her to admit defeat.

Poppy

I had a plan. Take a running start and leap onto his back. I was hoping that the shock of this would have made him crumble to the ground under my weight, and then naturally I would have exhibited some superhuman strength abilities and kept him pinned there. It seemed so easy.

Once I had run round to the back of him however, he seemed to anticipate my next move and spun round, catching me in his arms just as I jumped. He then blocked my several attempts to kick him, flipping me onto the ground and pinning my arms above my head so that I couldn't get up. All in about the space of five seconds.

And then he just let me go. As if I was going to give up that easily, he really didnt know me at all.

'Cheat.' I propped myself up on my elbows and poked him in the ribs.

He chuckled and sprang to his feet. 'Fine, if you're going to be a sore loser, we can have a rematch.'

I managed to dodge his first attempt by the skin of my teeth that time, by rolling underneath his legs as he tried to pick me up again. I didn't realise that I had backed myself into a corner however, and as he stood a few centimeters from me smirking I swore to myself. I could feel the body heat radiating from him as he grabbed my wrist with his hand. Suddenly I was frozen in place, only able to keep myself standing propped against the pillar joining the ropes together in the ring, confused as to why I couldn't move my feet to kick him.

Of course that was when I realised he had found a pressure point on my wrist, and I swore out loud, still in control of my mouth clearly.

He smiled slyly at me and pressed me against the pillar. His mouth was so close to my ear that I could hear him whisper, 'ready to give up yet?'.

The world was muffled and I felt a wave of dizziness pass over me as I breathed in the sweet scent of his breath, and I was so close to giving in to him and kissing his perfect lips when I remembered why I was pushing him away.

The feeling in my legs was coming back to me and so I twisted away from his grip and ducked around his body. 'Never.'

'Fine then,' He laughed, spinning around towards me.

I should have known I would just end up pinned on the floor again, this time with him not releasing me as soon as he had the advantage.

Tristan

'Ugh' her chest was heaving and golden curls were coming unraveled from her braid, but I was not releasing her arms yet. 'fine you win. I should never have challenged you in the first place.'

'Oh I dunno,' I helped her up from the floor as she straightened out her dress. 'It was pretty amusing for me.'

She punched me lightly on the arm, grinning for a few seconds before realising that she'd revealed a chink in her stone solid armour, and she went back to her poker face once more.