Amazon's Coliseum III (ENG)

Chapter 37: Misfits

The City, Minerva Arena

The audience was ready for the next fight; meanwhile, Dragana and Blazer were preparing for their match at the tunnels.

Backstage, the girls were discussing about what had happened, a bit worried, until Artemis makes an appearance.

-Hey, Sophie! –Saeta asks-. How's Aurora?

-She's going to be okay, they're treating her for some luxations and a sprained ankle that won't cause her any problems in a week. She says she's going to shower and get some sleep.

-By the way, this idiot didn't come by here. Have you seen her? –Dumas complains.

-Bunny? Yes. She left.

-I assume she'll be back next week –Marissa said, arms crossed.

-I wouldn't count on it.

They all stay silent, a bit discouraged; some even angry.

-How selfish!- Laureen complains.

-It's a good thing she didn't come by here; I would have beaten her to a pulp- Vivi grumbles.

-The last thing we need is to act like biased idiots. No matter how wrong is Andrea, we don't need to act the same or worse. I hope I was clear enough.

Almost all of them feel Artemis's scolding, some lowering their heads embarrassed.

-Do you know where she's going?

-Yes, but it's not necessary to tell right now. The only thing I can tell you is that, if she comes back, maybe we'll see the Bunny from before... or better, even.

Tamaki stood next to her friend; the two shared a quick look, which said more than a thousand words. Ekaterina just watched, smiling silently, while Aleconda knew more or less what was happening..

...

In the stands, Alan, Viktoria, Diana and Armando were ready for the next fight.

- I hope you're ready to see my Dragana beating Blazer –Diana was messing with Alan.

-I don't want you crying when my homie kicks Dragana's ass. But I just hope that Blazer doesn't screw it... wait –Alan answers an incoming call from his cell phone-... What's up?

-Hey, Chamito! – He receives a call from a friend of his-. I'm watching you on TV, homs!

-How the fuck are you watching me on TV?

-Simona, dude. Well, not the TV to be exact, but a friend managed to get into one of those dark net pages and they're broadcasting the tournament; we watched your other friend's fight; la Rorris..

-... ¿Qué chingados? How and when?

-The whole gang is here supporting Blazer! ¿Verdad, raza? –At the other side of the phone, Alan could hear the noise from his friends-. When you get back we're going to celebrate fucking Blazer's victory. Yayo is here too. Well, see you, bro. And say hello to the sexy güerota next to you.

-Hey, wait! Hey! –But they had hung up the call-. No mames...

-What happened? –Viktoria asks.

-This is being broadcasted.

-... Oh no...

-Fuck... We'll get spotted!

-You can say you're investigating, Alanis. The good thing is that I'm in disguise. Although...

-Yes, people will ask Alanis who's the weirdo next to her.

-At this point I think it doesn't matter –Armando sighs, annoyed-. Anyway... kid, good luck to your friend.