Ember Unit

First Victory

A/N Sup, another chapter YAY. Please remember I can't reply to comments and all due to my iPad, maybe on computer I can, I haven't tried yet. Any my first story "Hell and Flesh" hasn't been dropped, I just haven't written any more for it yet. That's all for now I guess. Please enjoy, bye for now~

After a good hour the starting twenty became eleven as the last event of the first stage was about to begin.

It is my turn. "Alright folks here's the match I know we've all been waiting for. Naomi against Milo!"

The crowd seemed to have grown and the cheer they produce is loud, almost deafening. "You know the drill challengers. Pick your weapon." Milo walks calmly toward to wall, his natural flare and attraction has got a large variety of young women screaming his name, disgusting. He is a tall, well-built man with light brown hair and green eyes. People find it strange that I'm not attracted to him. I've got reason though, he's Erwin's brother.

If I was I'd never hear the end of it, those two are defiantly from the same cloth, one of them is more then enough I reckon. Milo swiftly and somehow gracefully picks up a mace. Many competitors have gotten injured in this, I don't want to end up on that list.

Actually how could one not get injured in this?

I swear Erwin wants me to feel pain. I walk up to the wall and examine the weapon that I've been eyeing this whole time, the long sword. I grasp it's handle, getting a feel off its weight quickly. It's perfect, just as I expected from Erwin, he knew what I would use, maybe he isn't that bad. "Alright you two get into position. Oh and Milo, try not to get killed." Erwin's grins widely at his brother as he takes he spot in the ring. "You should worry about the girly not me." Erwin just smirks at his brother's comment, shaking his head at his brother. "Alright then. Now, BEGIN!"

Milo instantly rushes towards me, mace clutched in both hands to the side, ready to swing at me. I just stand still waiting for the precise moment. Once he thinks he's close enough he swings the mace at me from the side, putting all his weight into it. I merrily duck under the force of the swing, the weight becomes his own enemy as it sends him forward to the side. I swipe at his legs with a side ways kick which trips him. He falls to the ground, letting the mace fly out of his grasp and land with a large thud a few mere centimetres from the rope. He begins to push himself up but I'm already behind him, the long sword placed at the back of his neck, it's steel tip slightly touching it letting him realise the position he is in. My brown boot is placed on his back, keeping him in place and putting force into his back.

I didn't even need to use this weapon basically.

The crowd cheers grow louder at the scene, applause in the midst of it, along with name chanting. What a strange scene indeed. I keep my eyes on Milo though, if he is anything like Erwin I know that he will jump on me the moment I let my guard down. Erwin's voice silences the crowd. "Naomi wins the round!"

The crowd once again starts it's previous ruckus. I feel Milo's body go limp with defeat at the statement. I withdraw the sword and my foot from his body. I offer him my hand to help him up, he pushes it away and gets up by himself. He then turns to me and gives me a smirk. "You ain't to bad for a girly." I just offer him the same smirk. "Thank you."

"Alright folks, we will have a short break now, to prepare and rest for the second stage."

With this comment the crowd separates, chatter still going on. A group of girls surrounds both brothers almost instantly, if only they knew what they were really like. I see men congratulate their friends and flirt with girls. The men out of the competition join the crowd and start placing bets on whoever was left. I walk out of the ring, long sword still at hand. I turn to face to the left and see something the event managed to hide from both sight and my mind. Two children from the slums were surrounded by seven of the same age from the town.

The children were all boys but I could see that the slums children were beaten up, black eyes, bruises and scratches, all fresh and on their bodies. They put up a fight though. I can see some scratches and bruises on the other boys as well. I can also tell that it would continue. I place the long sword in its cover and grip the steel beneath the leather. I make my way over there, I hear the insults the seven boys are flinging at their victims, it's disgusting knowing that this was happening and that people would've turned a blind eye to it.

I stand behind one of the town boys, my shadow towering over their own, making it clear that someone was behind them. Nine pairs of eyes stare at me as I glare down at the scene, most of the faces I can identify. "What are you boys doing?" My voice seems to frighten them, their eyes dart between each other, to my sword and then finally to me. "Miss these two were walking around our streets, we had to stop them! There are nothing but slum." His statement was strong, bold and he had no hesitation to say it the way he thought it. I glare at the boy, he flinches immediately. "Now boy, what's your name?" My tone was stoic, but he could tell I am annoyed with his comment. "M-Mike Dawing miss." That surname was one I knew all to well. He was Erwin's youngest brother, he had the same trait as all their brothers, green eyes. "Now Mike what would your older brothers Erwin and Milo think of that? You should know that they are both kind to the ones in the southern part of town and hate all that do otherwise. I can see that you led this because I know most of your friends here and I also know that they would never do a thing like this."

All the boys hang their heads in shame, fearing punishment. Mike looks down, displeased with himself, I can see he idols his two oldest brothers.

I then give all the boys a smile. "Now go back to your families, enjoy the day, play with your friends and make new ones. I will say nothing." All their faces light up instantly. "But know that if I hear or see any of you boys doing this again I won't be so easy on you." They all nod their heads in sink, then turn towards the slum boys. I hear them mutter apologies to each other and give signs of forgiveness before all running off with each other. They all say "Thank you miss." as they run pass me. Mike stops beside me though. "Please don't tell them about this." I pat the young boys head, he is only nine. "Don't worry I won't, and if they somehow do find out I will help you out the best I can." The smile he gives me is pure and bright, just like his brothers. He then runs off towards his friends. I'm left standing here by myself. I'm glad that was fixed easily, if only all situations like that were that simple to solve.