Tik toc tik toc (DEATH MATCH)

She hadn't believed it when she heard her adoptive sisters call. Amalia had been tucked away in her herb den trying to get over her cold, and thought that it had just been a dream. But with a panicked expression she knew that the echos of the call were not summoned from her mind. The tiny woman fought for breath, panic fluttering in her chest. Arian had told her that she didn't even want to learn how to hunt again, and now she was fighting that man to the death? Oh dear... this was going to be a blood bath. Feeling the tears already pooling in her deep blue eyes she grabbed as many herbs as she could, hurrying to the battlefield.

When she got there there was already quite the crowd. Amalia hardly saw Leo and her mother, h er gaze finding the fighters in the middle of the group. Tears flowed freely from her eyes now, and she dropped her herbs with a horrified gasp. "Arian no! What are you doing?" she cried. But it was too late. The battle was already well underhand, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Sobbing, she picked up her herb bundle and races towards her mother, pushing firmly into the larger woman's coat. "Oh mother, I was too late. I can't stop them now." she whisperer, her voice betraying her already broken heart. She knew that if Arian won this, the woman would be gravely injured. With only two working legs, she had a feeling that it would not end well. Trying to be optimistic, she placed her herbs on the ground and hid her russet face in Pic's shoulder, letting her silent sobs be erased by her dames thick coat.