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Chapter 3 Where Master of Shadows throws down.

Syd sprang onto his feet and glared at the grinning girl.

"Alright that's it, if it's a fight you want then it's a fight you're gonna to get," he growled getting to his feet.

"About time," the girl smirked back.

Syd said as he lunged forward and tried to grab her but the girl swiftly jumped nimbly away and flipped, landing behind him and before he could turn around she aimed a high kick right on his jaw and then a fierce punch on his stomach. Syd toppled over and gasped for in pain.

Cat felt a sudden surge of sympathy for Syd. She had always cheered him on every single one of his matches. She turned to hear Frank call out to Syd, cheering him on. That's it. Girl or no girl, Syd has got to win, Cat thought.

"Come on Syd get up! You can beat he, she is just, just…ARRRGHH! SHE'S JUST A GIRL!" She yelled at him beating her hand on the ramp in front of her.

Syd groaned as he turned to smile a very bloody smile at Cat making her wince but smile back.

"Hey!" the girl called out at Cat with her hands on her hips. "Who side are you on?" she grinned and she then leaned down to face Syd and grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him up. Syd took this opportunity to pull his hands inside and whacked the girl's hands off his shoulders taking her by surprise, and followed it with a kick to her stomach.

The Master of Shadows kneeled and cried out in pain, hands on her stomach. A flicker of hesitation stopped Syd on his tracks as he raised his hands in a joint fist, about to bring it down on the girls back. Bad call, thought the girl.

She quickly turned him around and shoved him down again but this time face down. Then she placed her right knee on his back and grabbed both his hands and twisted then behind his back until he cried out in pain.

Then there was a big CRACK! Everyone went quiet and stared at the contestants. The girl held on for couple more minutes and then let go and stood up. Everyone waited for Syd to stand up but he didn't even twitch. Cat gulped.

"Sydddd!" Frank shouted jumping up. 'Come on, get up!" But Syd still didn't move.

The girl swayed on her feet, wincing as she rubbed her stomach and spat out blood on the ground. She looked down at Syd and bent to poke him on the shoulder."Have I won yet?" She asked him. Syd just let out a moan. Then slowly the Host man approached them and took a good look at Syd, grimacing at the sight of Syd's bloody mouth.

"Er...the winner is... um, the Master ...of Shadows?" he said in disbelief.

All was quiet, and then there was a loud burst of cheers. The girl bowed to the audience and then walked gracefully out the door in which she entered and it swung close behind her. Cat turned to stare at Frank. Frank turned to stare at Cat. They leaped off their seats simultaneously and ran towards Syd but then the girl entered again, this time she was holding a wet cloth in her hands. By the time Frank and Cat arrived the girl was pulling Syd up to a sitting position, leaning him against her leg.

"What have you done?" Cat yelled at the girl as she bent down and steadied Syd.

"Oh don't worry, I just cracked a bit of his wrist bone that's all," the girl replied cheerfully. "Here, put this to your jaw," she said to Syd as she handed him the wet cloth.

Frank stormed up to the girl and yanked her shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could, the girl stared at him and raised an eyebrow. "It's called wrestling your "lordship", and it supposed to be very messy and very painful." She turned back to Cat and smiled, "Just goes to show that, never under estimate a girl," she said with a wink and then got up and left through the back door.

Frank and Cat stared after her.

"She knows that I am an Earl," Frank muttered in disbelief.

"She is so...I don't know...mysterious I guess," Cat said shaking her head.

"That's one word for it," came a grumble.

Cat turned to Syd who was glaring fiercely at the direction the girl left. "Are you alright Syd?" she asked him.

"Do I look alright?" Syd snapped through a mouth full of blood, "My wrist is broken!"

"Cracked," Frank corrected but then wished he hadn't when Syd shot him an angry glare.

"Come on," Cat said, helping Syd up. "Let's get you patched up."