Dark Magus Returns C.660 A Skim Of The Finger

?The state of Simyon's body out in the arena was a fraction of its former self. Cuts had developed all throughout his clothes apart from the gloves that he wore. Blood had soaked his uniform, part of it drying up.

Now as he stood there, one couldn't even tell if his eyes were open or not, as the skin around them had swollen up. Yet despite all of this, he was still standing, and even Mantis's clawed hands, the equipment that was made of metal, the edges had gone blunt with a couple of them breaking.

"Hey maybe they're not stopping this fight, because they know that there is still a chance for him to win."

"Are you crazy, is that something that's actually possible?" Another of the crowd asked. "How can one win without fighting back?"

"Well look at him, he has a solid body, right, and even Mantis's equipment is breaking, he also once in a while stops because he's hurt."

"Maybe the other person will get too tired and the fight will be declared a draw."

"And then what, does it really look like at the end of this, that the other person is going to be able to fight."

While Simyon stood there, slowly he lifted both of his arms up from his side, he placed his arms tucking them in toward his stomach, and his chin in toward his chest.

'This is just like back then, when I needed to stay awake no matter what, I'll do the same, I'll stay awake, and then something will happen, a chance will occur, I will protect everyone this time!'

There was one person in the Dark Faction that was unable to take what was happening more than any of the others. Safa had already broken down in the room, she was on her knees which were sore from having fallen over onto them, and she had a face full of tears.

"Please just call off the fight, if you were to ask of such a thing they would listen, they would have to if the Dark Faction pulls out of this!" Safa asked again.

She didn't care anymore about it, she just wanted to help Simyon. She remembered back when they were at the special temple for Orphans, how much Simyon had looked out for her.

The two of them had a bit of a connection. He would read books to her even when she had no voice, the two would often talk about Raze together, knowing how sweet he truly was.

Out of everyone, Simyon was probably now the second most important person to her. A person she never wanted to lose.

"You want to stop the fight when everything is going perfectly?" Murkel asked. "Look at this, a no name is standing his ground against the strongest student in the Demonic Academy. Every second he stands, the more value he is adding onto our academy and the entirety of our clan, why would I stop something like this."

Wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her hands, Safa didn't know what else to do. If Murkel wasn't going to stop the fight, then it was just something she would have to do herself.

Picking herself up she pushed the weight down on her thigh and stood up. Liam was by her side trying to catch her if she fell. Then he saw her walking forward, walking toward the glass door.

'Is she planning to…I can tell, she's planning to go out there, but with no contestant will the glass even open.'

Safa continued to walk through her teary eyes, and eventually reached the glass door. She placed her hand on top of it, and it didn't go unnoticed by Murkel.

"What are you doing, are you trying to interfere, even though I already told you, that it wasn't a good choice." Murkel asked.

"If you won't act, then I just have to act myself," Safa said as she went to push the door.

"Move!" Liam shouted as he pulled Safa by her sleeve, at the same time, a fist went out from Murkel trying to hit Safa.

Due to Liam pulling Safa just in time, the fist looked to have missed her. At least that's what they thought.

When Liam pulled Safa he could see her holding onto her face.

"Are you okay, did you get hit?" Liam asked.

Liam had noticed the small movements that Murkle had made. His system was telling him, was noticing that everything he did, meant that he was about to attack. He moved even before Murkel had swung his arm, and was in the middle of pulling Safa away when Murkle moved his hand.

Showing how fast he was. Liam thought the two of them were safe from the hit but judging by Safa it might have not been the case. He could see, blood dripping onto the ground.

"Safa."

Liam pulled her hands away, and could see that Murkel had managed to catch her nose, it was broken, blood gushing out from it crooked to the side. The finger had only brushed, maybe not even touched Safa and this was the result.

"I have been more than lenient on your entire group because Amir stated that we would need you for this tournament." Murkel explained. "All of you have already completed your roles in this, yet you continue to make the situation worse than what it is."

Liam couldn't stop the messages pinging from his system. As it read the facial reaction and the intensity around Murkel, he started to pull Safa away bit by bit, holding onto her shoulders.

Knowing full well at any moment, they needed to do whatever it was to get out of there. He turned his head to look at the situation around, no one would dare to help him, and where even was Amir who had been gone for so long.

Simyon was also under him, so wouldn't he want to help him.

"Both of you, have already done everything needed in this tournament. There are no more fights for you to have, so I can kill you right here and now."