Love! Death! War! They all Love a Rabbit!

Laughter and Panic!

"If I might voice something Lady Freya. How long do you intend to wait until you decide to enter the garden? It's been about five minutes, but it appears that even the boy has his limits with Allen." Ottar asked as he looked away from the window for a moment to see his goddess. 

Seeing her smiling in content as she saw the onslaught between Bell and Allen occure. A test of sorts for Bell to take in order to enter and join her familia. While he did indeed pass it according to Freya, she has yet set foot outside to tell her children that it is official. 

"Five minutes? Has it been that long already? It felt as though its been longer. I'm sorry Ottar. I was just so enthralled by my Odrs' ability despite being so undermatched." She said as Ottar looked back at the window down at the ring. 

'Indeed. Against Allen, he had no real chance. But he took advantage of his stunned look after the first punch to get in some hits. And yet hes still fighting. After Allen practically making him look like a broken doll.' He thought as he noticed Bell struggling to get back up again and the crowd of their members cheering for him.

His cheek was swollen and bruised badly as blood escaped from his lips. A broken arm now dangling at his side as well as a leg. Balancing on one to hold himself balanced. But he was sloughing badly and clutched around his stomach area. 

Most likely having suffered a blow there. Yet what remained was that ever-cheerful smile on Bell's face that showed he hadn't given up. He was determined to kick Allen's ass even if it would mean he'd most likely die. 

Yet it looked like Allen still suffered even if he tried to hide it. The first punch Bell threw at the cat boy, was a strong hit enough to have Allen's nose keep bleeding. Even almost making it look broken or even crooked now on his face. His legs still shaking a bit and bent forward.

If Ottar were to take a guess at the beginning of the fight, Bell definably took his own words about this being a fight to literal heart. This wasn't an honor bound fight. No pride. No chivalry. Just a pure fight with anything goes aside killing your opponent. The number of times Bell aimed at Allen's crotch, possibly four to five times at best. 

Even Allen's face looked a bit scuffed up with some scratches and even a shallow cut across his cheek. His chest was looking to slouch forward, indicating Bell also went for some blows there as well. Despite this looking like a one-sided match, Ottar would admit that Bell was improving even if he was losing. 

"I suppose I should end this. Afterwards while I give him my blessing, I'll have Allen run to Mia's to reserve the pub for us tonight." Freya stated as she pushed herself away from the window and brushed herself off. Smiling as she swayed with a skip to her step as she made way to go see Bell.

Meanwhile out in the garden, barely standing was Bell who breathed heavily and had the taste of copper in his mouth. Smirking as he stared tiredly at Allen before him as he still winced from the pain and broken bones, he had now because of him. 

"S-So....what was that needing healing after a second? Sure it wasn't meant for you and whatever you have for balls?" Bell taunted as he barely dodged the first punch to his face. But grunted at the kick to his side as he toppled down and rolled on the ground. 

"Don't talk big rabbit boy! Look at yourself! Bleeding and broken on the ground like a corpse! Say that you'll give up and I'll let you walk away as you are now!" Allen sneered in anger as his eyes twitched at the sight of Bell getting up. 

"Then let's keep going on with this baptism of yours dumb cat. What's this now? Round 7? 8? Hey pops, what's the number!? I kinda lost count after I think my third concussion!" Bell said as he put his arm up and smiled.