Orga ordered everyone back down the mountain, and even though no one wanted to go back down because they had just climbed up they didn't complain. After climbing down they set up camp and began training again. Orga had the group have a Battle Royale.
The battle ended with Sting and Rogue both needing to recharge for a day, and Rufus needing a new hat. Orga had won on account of Lyra being really bad at stealth. Word to the wise, being stealthy does not mean that you can start whistling.
They laughed and ate and when the fire died and the stars shone brightly in the sky it was obvious to everyone it was time for bed. They said good night, and Lyra told the others to sleep. She wasn't tired yet. They did and she walked to the mountain. She ran her hand across the rough surface and took a breath. You are not afraid. She thought. You are a Void. A Witch Hunter. You are not afraid.
'What's wrong with her?' Minerva asked spitefully.
Orga shrugged. 'Dunno. She's the new girl right?'
The thing wrong with Lyra was the fact that Minerva and Orga were training on the high poles, and they were pressuring her into joining them.
Rufus swung his covered arm around Lyra's neck. 'Ignore them. I'm Rufus.' He said dipping his hat. Lyra raised an eyebrow.
'Uh huh.' Lyra moved away from Rufus and crossed her arms. 'So?'
'I was trying to be nice but I guess not.' Rufus sniffed disdainfully.
'I don't need nice. I need to get better. If I wanted nice I woulda joined Fairy Tail.' Lyra hissed. Rufus sighed.
'Whatever.' He said, dismissing her by waving his hand. Lyra growled and she tackled him.
"You OK?" Lyra turned to Sting leaning against the rock behind her.
"Why do you care?" Lyra teased. Sting blushed and crossed his arms.
"I don't. I just um… I don't want this to affect us winning the games." Sting said proudly. Lyra grinned.
"Oh don't worry. We'll win."