Chapter Sixty Five

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Ratok dropped to his knees after her was brought back to the holding cell after his second fight of the day, he was being pushed through the rounds more, but both of his opponents took less than ten minutes in the ring, didn't mean it wasn't weighting on him.

"Knock Knock"

Ratok turned around, "I was wondering when I was going to see you Katrina." He stood and walked to the bars, "So? Did you find anything out for me?"

She nodded, "I did. You didn't tell me that your special girl was the Rindosa everyone is trying to get their hands on."

"How did you find that out?"

"I get around, and i KNOW people. That is besides the point, I have a group who would be willing to lean their resources, but they have to be sure that you are worth their time and effort."

Ratok snorted, "I see."

"I name dropped who you were to get them to agree to even think about it."

"I- see-"

Katrina rotated, "Anyways, I know that there isn't much that you can do in this current situation. SO I put some of my own rep on the line, you get yourself into the top 5 in this arena, and they will be willing to at least sit down with you, and discuss further."

Ratok huffed, "Thank you."

"I want you to know, that what you are planning is dangerous, you might die."

"I am aware."

Katrina was silent for a minute, "If you reach out, you might be able to get the backing you need, and this would be all alot easier."

"No."

"Rathbone please consider-"

"That is not my fucking name. That is first off, second, I will never reach out to them even if I was on my deathbed, and they were the only way to survive."

Katrina stepped back, "Well, that might actually be a possibility."

"Kat, thank you, but please just leave them out of my life,"

She shook her head, "Fine, let me know when you got anything else. I'll do some more sourcing for you, but there isn't much else I can do before word spreads and people start noticing what your trying to do."

Ratok nodded, "I know. For now don't do to much."

A horn rang.

"You're up again."

"I know."

"Don't die"

"I won't Katrina stepped away before the guards showed up. She watched from the corner as they took him away. She grimaced, she had a childhood with him, but he wasn't Rath anymore, but still still worried that his hate was blinding him from surviving.

She wanted more insight to what was happening, she wasn't one to get involved but for an old friend she would.

"I'll be back, taking my break." she hollered at one of the workers and stormed out of the arena area, and trekked through the crowded streets of the market, bumping into every third person due to the tight packedness of the crowd.

Until she got to a set of four inflated tents, that was fashioned with a stage inside, she stepped in to watch the people that were up on the stage. On the right was a bird animal kin of some type and on the left, was who she was searching for.

"Another hundred points to Ruma" the stage master called out, as people cheered. Katrina's eyes narrowed onto the Rindosa, and she watched the remainder of the game go on, she won the match by three hundred points, and was advanced to the next round.

Katrina waited and moved her way out of the crowd again, and went through towards the back of the tents. She flashed her I.D at one of the guards and was allowed through, she shuffled through until she got to a open tent, where she stepped in.

The Rindosa's face was glued to the electronic pad in her hand. Katrina watched as Ruma sat the pad down, and signed something.

"I'm barely literate in my own language let alone that."

Ruma's head shot up, she snarled up.

"Be glad you belong to a friend or I'd knock your block off for snarling at me"

Ruma eyes narrowed.

"I came to talk, I have some question and mostly concerns about Rath- Ratok."

Ruma lowered her growl and raised a brow.

"Good, now that I have your attention, can I sit? There is alot and i don't like standing around if I don't have too."

Ruma moved to the furthest end of the bench and pointed to the other end.

"Thank you."

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