There is a saying, 'when you run from trouble, trouble always runs after you,' that's what was happening to Reya. She dejectedly leaned against the tree and peered at the new arrivals.
It was the annoying blond man she had met at the entrance of the arena gates.
"What do you want?" she said subtly wiping her tears away. 'What was this guy's name again? Bare something...blame?....I think it was Bane. More like Bane of existence,'
"Aww, are you crying? Look guys, she is crying....haha, are you missing little Clivie? So romantic," he sneered, pulling a long sword out.
Startled, Reya shot up and dashed behind the tree. 'A sword! Who uses a sword anymore? Darn it,'
"What is it? Why are you running? My pals here want to thank you for the last test," he said slowly walking closer to the tree.
"I don't need your tanks, get lost now and leave me alone," she shouted out loud.