"Gong Yi Tanpai." Both young men said, the words spoken far softer and more serious than usual. The others were largely ignored as Omi and Jack focused on one another, moving into fighting stances.

Omi didn't want to hurt Jack Spicer. Despite the years of conflict they had faced on opposing sides, he did want to consider Jack a friend of sorts. He also knew that even if Jack Spicer was an elemental Dragon, his skills were so far behind that of the monks that this wouldn't normally be a fair fight, but the goth was sneaky.

"Wudai Neptune Water!" Omi shouted, bringing his arms back and around to call on the water in the various pools in the throne room. The water responded to him, moving in fast jets toward Jack. The redhead tumbled forward, rolling under the jets and slamming his palms into the smooth stone beneath them.

"Wudai Venus Metal." He snarled, looking up through his lashes at Omi. His expression was dark, and it sent a sting of alarm through the little monk. It was enough of a distraction that he didn't notice the surge of metal until he was vaulted through the air.

The water fell as Omi's control was released, raining over the arena. Jack stood up as he was soaked, planting his feet. A shiny golden substance started to flow from the floor over his boots and up his legs. Omi got back up, pulling water to his hands to create ice fists. With a cry, he launched once again at the redhead.

Jack waited, eyes focused on the little yellow teen flying toward him. At the last second, he turned and narrowly missed being struck by the icy blow. Instead, he brought his own hand up, coated in the molten gold-like substance, and struck Omi in the side.

"Omi!" Kimiko and Clay cried, watching with worry as their friend was sent skittering to the wet ground. They didn't understand how this was possible. Jack Spicer had never been this good. Had Chase really been able to make the albino man into an elite fighter in such a short amount of time?

Chase, on the other hand, was grinning widely. Jack wasn't just fighting well, but using that calculating mind of his to strike critical blows. They all knew Omi was a more skilled and highly trained fighter, but Jack was making him look like a fool.

"Had enough?" Jack asked, the pyrite still engulfing his right hand. Water dripped from his hair, and while he didn't enjoy the feeling of his clothes sticking to his skin, he ignored it. Omi was panting, trying to catch his breath as he sat up. He looked at Jack, the dots on his forehead starting to glow.

With a gesture, Jack felt the water under his feet flatten and become a sheet of ice. He shifted his weight, easily starting to glide across the surface. Omi's smug look fell immediately when Jack didn't slip and fall. Instead, the young man started easily skating across the surface while splitting the metal between both of his hands.

"Tornado Water Strike!" The water slammed into Jack, sliding him back. He growled before letting out a shivering gasp. The water that dripped from him started to turn to ice. The monks started to cheer encouragement at the turnaround. Jack moved, trying to keep warm and keep the streams of water off of him. The chill was setting in, biting into his pale skin.

Jack glanced around, trying to keep calm. Then he noticed the tiny cut on Omi's cheek. Such a small scratch had probably not registered to the highly trained monk, even as a small drop of blood was beading down his yellow skin. The albino grinned, the pyrite encasing his hands retreating to cover and protect his core from the ice. Then, using his momentum, he slid down and toward Omi.

No one had expected a punch from Jack Spicer to send the little Dragon of Water flying. Even Chase had been surprised. But the next part, he had seen before.

Omi stopped in the air, panting, and looking around wildly. His insides felt strange. Jack was grinning, standing beneath him with an arm outstretched. He shifted his hand before bringing his arm down in a swift motion, and Omi's body followed suit, crashing into the ground with force. Enough force to knock the little monk out cold.

"It seems that Jack Spicer has won." Chase said with a grin, glancing at the stunned monks. "Which means Omi…is ours."

The water and ice were cleared away with a snap of Chase's fingers. Jack looked back at his audience, standing over Omi with a triumphant smile. The pyrite he pulled out of the lapis lazuli flooring flowed out of his shirt and back into the ground where it belonged. He was too tired to say much and knew Chase would get ticked if he boasted, so he simply turned and gave a bow.

This seemed to set Kimiko off. Before anyone could hold her back, she flipped out of the group and started to throw a fireball at Jack. Chase's eyes glowed red but his transformation was halted when the girl's color started to drain from her face. The fire sputtered out as she stumbled. The others rushed up, catching her as the Japanese girl seemed to have trouble breathing.

Chase looked at his apprentice, shocked by what he saw. Despite the exhaustion that Spicer exuded, his eyes were focused and clear. There was a glint of pure hatred in those garnet eyes, the desire to truly hurt another living thing. He walked over, knowing this had to be dealt with carefully.

"Spicer." He said gently, observing the pale man's expression. No response, not even a glimpse of acknowledgment. Chase frowned.

"Jack. That's enough." He kept the gentle tone, this time placing a hand on the Dragon of Metal's outstretched arm and squeezing lightly. Jack blinked, the fury fading as he looked at Chase. "I'll handle the rest."

Jack gave a sheepish nod, looking a little disoriented. Satisfied, Chase turned to the panicked monks. Raimundo was holding Kimiko, trying to get her to speak, to breathe properly.

"What did that desgraçado do to her?!" The Brazilian shouted, looking up as Chase approached. The other two monks were trying to warm up her clammy skin, seeming to panic. The immortal chuckled.

"It would appear that Spicer protected himself by removing all the iron from her blood. I would suggest you bring her to a hospital, and quickly." He gestured to his front door with a menacing grin. The monks looked at one another before grabbing their only female cohort and fleeing.

"Holy shit." Jack finally said once the large stone door slammed behind the monks. "I…did it." He looked on the verge of collapse and Chase smiled.

"Yes, Spicer, you did. But now isn't a time for celebration. You need rest and I need to convert my newest warrior."

"Oh…I wanted to see it." The redhead murmured, his shoulders slumping slightly. The simple gesture made Chase want to embrace him. But he brushed that desire off to handle the situation at hand.

"I can wait until after your nap, apprentice." The reaction that received was worth the wait, the dragon lord decided. Jack's excitement almost outweighed his exhaustion, but in the end, his sore muscles and overexertion won.

And Chase was given some time to think about how to proceed with getting Spicer in his bed.