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Exactly 24 hours later Alistair appeared wearing the same annoying grin as last time. The only difference in his appearance was his bright red eyes and he'd pulled his hair back and out of the way. Bella was surprised and pleased with his face now that it wasn't hidden by his tangled mane.
She stepped out of her territory.
"How will we tell which one of us wins?" Alistair asked as he watched her. She moved so gracefully.
"Have you never had a match before?" Bella's voice was amused.
"No, I taught myself how to fight." Bella made a humming noise, considering this new bit of information. His fighting style did look unrefined, yet effective.
"No matter." She brushed aside the issue. "One wins by brushing their teeth on the neck of their opponent or by their opponent giving up." Alistair nodded, those rules were easy enough for him. "Are you ready?" Alistair nodded. "Good." Bella's hands and feet lit up and Alistair wondered how much of her body she could encompass in flames. Before he could ponder that thought further Bella started running towards him.
She feinted a high jab with her right hand, but he read her movement and blocked her low left kick. He tried sweeping her legs out from under her, but Bella hopped up and landed on his foot, searing it before he could retract his foot. He hissed more in annoyance then actual pain.
Bella started an onslaught of jabs and quick spinning kicks, but Alistair kept moving backwards and out of her range. It was infuriating.
Alistair watched her lethal movements, analyzing her patterns. He was completely calm and that only made Bella angrier when another of her swipes did not meet flesh.
"Fight me! Or have you already given up?" Bella shouted, her movements becoming more rapid as her fury grew. He didn't respond, merely continuing backing away from her. Alistair grew more impressed as she continued keeping her moves smooth and clean despite her clear frustration.
Five minutes passed and Alistair knew it was time to make his move. He leapt forward and Bella's eyes widened in surprise. She had unconsciously assumed that he'd given up directly attacking her. Before he made contact all of Bella's skin erupted into flames.
Alistair had hoped her flames were only localized in her arms and feet, but knew there was the risk that she could completely encompass herself in fire. That small detail wouldn't stop his plan though. He grabbed onto her arms, locking them against her body before he jumped with her in his hands.
Bella was stunned when she felt water envelope them, quelling her flames. A second later she felt Alistair's teeth rake against her throat.
Clever boy... Do you like Alistair's plan?