Brax looked up as Michael suddenly appeared. He'd been trying to calm himself down with the beautiful clear skies that he had never truly seen living in New York for so long. He never thought he'd get out of there, yet here he was, in Mexico of all places, still wondering if he would make it through the day.

Confusion flashed across Brax's face, Michael had maybe spoken to Brax once, yet here he was, all suspicious like, talking to him. It was odd to say the least, and his words made Brax's eyebrows furrow. "I'm not sure that is a good idea but if you really want to go, then hurry up. They're almost gone. And um... good luck to you too. Don't do anything stupid, like die, I'll watch Alex." Brax shrugged, as he'd already been doing that anyways.

The arena was being cleared quickly, and the audience seemed nervous. They had expected Addilyn to be powerful, but it seemed as if she could even beat Andres. It scared them. Addilyn scared them.

"Oh that little thing. That was her familiar's ashes. You see, not all witches have familiars, some are just too weak to have them, and familiars can always be killed. They'll come back the next life, but it is hard to watch them die. Kayden's one of the few who keeps her familiar with her even after its death." Jolon shrugged, while Kit shuttered in the background. He didn't even want to think of a life where he'd left Addilyn alone entirely.

“You got this Addilyn, just please, be careful.” Kaitlyn watched as Addilyn stood up, she seemed so, so far away already.

She was definitely going to kill Andrés, no matter what Kaitlyn said.

Addilyn blinked as she entered the arena, the bright, natural light a change from the dim lights downstairs. She supposed that if she died here, it would suck only for a moment, at least she'd have a good view of the sky.

The sky had always been a symbol of freedom for Addilyn. She didn't know why, but for some reason, its massiveness just clicked for her. So maybe, if she died where the sky was right above her, she'd feel at peace.

Even if she was leaving everything behind.

“As everyone should know, Andrés Garcia is our second in power, and is a level 8. May the fight begin!”

Addilyn hadn't even noticed Andrés enter the arena, she was just too tied up in her own thoughts, but as soon as the word ‘begin’ left the announcer’s mouth, she was moving.

The thing about Andrés, was that his main gift was the ability to summon actual acid. The kind that could burn through a person and leave nothing behind.

Basically, Addilyn and Andrés had often been the best duo for Jolon. Addilyn being the one who killed whoever it was, and Andrés being the one who cleaned up her mess.

Addilyn wasn't sure how much Andrés’ power had changed, but she was positive it was still his main defense and he could make the acid appear anywhere. Meaning that standing still wasn't an option.

So Addilyn threw her needles at him, while he threw a glob of watered down acid at her. She just managed to jump out of the way, Andrés on the other hand, released a soft cry of pain as the needles pierced his skin, fiery hot as well as being unbelievably sharp.

Addilyn hit the ground hard but rolled immediately, releasing a sharp cry of pain as the injury from the last fight came alive with pain. She was smart though, as the place she'd landed was soon covered in the blue acid Andrés was so well known for.

“Addilyn please! We can fight Jolon together, you don't have to kill me to get your point across,” Andrés paused as he dodged a rather large fireball. “I know that hiding Destan was wrong but I had no choice. I didn't want you coming back and ruining everything.” Andrés held no sympathy in his tone, and his words obviously struck a nerve with Addilyn as she paused, only for a moment.

That was all he needed.

Her left foot was enveloped in acid in moments. She screamed a horrible, horrible cry and used the wind to push herself out of it. Addilyn’s brain fogged as her healing abilities kicked in and surged towards her foot. It was badly burned, but she knew it was manageable until she could get a potion in her.

“You horrible bastard. You may not be with Jolon but you are just as horrible as him and me. At least I recognize that I am a monster. You think you're just perfect but you aren't and you know it deep down but you refuse to acknowledge it. You've hurt just as many people as me, and you may vouch for peace, but you're too much of a coward to do anything. You kill for him just as everyone else does and you don't even rebel directly, you run off to your little friends and make plans that never actually work. Get off your high horse, you are no better than the rest of us.” Addilyn’s words were laced with anger and, although carefully hidden, betrayal.

Andrés had been her best friend when they were kids, and now here he was, betraying her.

Just as everyone did.