Nettle was just standing there in the arena, his mouth set in an angry line unfit for a child. His face was an angry blotch of reddened and angry welts, and his eyes....His eyes were unseeing, through his anger.

He was shooting bolt after bolt of crackling electricity at this chunk of marble he'd found in the city, that he'd lugged into the arena just for this purpose. He could've found anything nearby or easier to lug into the arena to practice on, or he could've easily been aiming straight at the ground, but this hunk of stone was just the right size, just the right height. It was the same size as he was.

Anger boiled in him, a furious fermentation, and he reached into himself to fire again. With a vengeance, he crackled with it, the static rising around his scarred hooves, and with a sharp BOOM it was sent to collide with the stone, making it jump and split apart.

Fever was standing in the opening of the arena, hidden in the low light. She had been there for a while, just watching her brother practice and practice and practice. She could feel his anger from here, and she just stood there, unable to move, unable to say anything.

What could she say? She'd hurt him. He was angry. She deserved it, she had been stupid and reckless and had almost left him permanently blind. He would've been blind, had that healer not come along and helped them both.

Nettle could've died had the healer not come along, and it would've been Fever's fault.

So she stood there, silent, feeling this situation grow worse between them, a fermentation of anger and pain.

He knew she was there. He wasn't stupid. He always knew where she was, at all times, and he knew she was there the second she showed up in the archway. She was just watching, and he felt himself grow angrier as the time passed.

Why was she so quiet?! Why didn't she just explain why she had hurt him? He knew it wasn't out of malice, he had heard her cry when he was hurt; but why didn't he deserve an explanation, why didn't he at the very least deserve an APOLOGY?!

He sent his anger into this next bolt, and it crashed into the stone that was the same size as him, and split it into perfect halves, straight down the middle.

He was so angry that he cracked that stone in half with a bolt of lightning, and pure fear rippled through her. He could easily do that to her if he wanted to, and...with what she had done...she didn't know if their sibling bond would keep him from doing that.

He wouldn't...kill her outright...would he? Her beautiful, soft-spoken, quiet brother...with scars. And half-blind eyes.

She swallowed a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away and walked towards him in the arena, her soft footfalls the only sound besides his furious, ragged breathing.

He stood there, stock still, hearing her come up behind him, his breath harsh and loud in his ears. All he saw was the stone split in half that was the same size as him....

The same size as her.

And still she didn't say anything as she came closer, and blind anger fueled him till all he could see with his ruined eyes was red. He waited till she was right behind him and then turned around, furious, ready to tackle her to the ground. He wouldn't use magic for this, but he had so much fury and nowhere to spend it on but his sister who wronged him so terribly.

ROUND: 1/5
ATTEMPT: Tackle her
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: Bad hips(previous)
Half-blind eyes(previous)
Sore side from healing burns(previous)

She was just about to speak, her mouth opening, her voice uttering just one syllable as she came up behind him, when he whirled around and tackled her to the ground, making all the air whuff out of her lungs in one go - he was a hundred pounds of anger, and her back saw stars as she sprawled against the ground.

"Wha-Nettle, get OFF me!" She yelled in his ear, attempting to do just that with her hooves. She placed all four of her hooves against his underside, then in one motion, she pushed him off to fall to the ground to her left, and she turned around to get up, spitting into the ground.

"I'm trying to-" She started, then she stopped, seeing the look in his pale, milky eyes.

ROUND: 1/5
ATTEMPT: Throw him off!
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: Blooming Bruises on Back

"Trying to WHAT?!" He roared, his face contorting in rage, his burned and healing skin crinkling as his nose wrinkled. "Trying to hurt me more, trying to stab me in the back while I'm not looking so that you can train me to fight against the carnivores?! I won't let you, Fever, I won't let you!"

He let out a battle cry and charged at her, his soft, growing horns on his nose lowered in an instinctual need to hurt.

ROUND: 2/5
ATTEMPT: Charge at her
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: Bad hips(previous)
Half-blind eyes(previous)
Sore side from healing burns(previous

Panic roiled in her heart as she saw her brother charge at her, and for a second, she stood still, seeing her reflection in his pale eyes. They should've been black, like hers, but instead they showed her what she had done wrong, how she had hurt him, and they only saw her, wanting to hurt her back. Her heart lurched in her chest.

She couldn't move, she couldn't get out of the way, and she took one step back and stumbled, falling to the ground, and when he connected with her, a hundred pounds of anger, she was tossed five feet and she hit the ground with a loud cry, spitting up dust and dirt, rolling and groaning, seeing stars.

ROUND: 2/5
ATTEMPT: Get out of the way!
DEFENSE: Running!
INJURIES: Bruises along back, bruised ribs, dazed

She was coughing on the ground, groaning, blinking slowly, when he came up to her again, his shadow looming over her. She used to be the jewel of his eye, his happiness, his sister, but he was so angry that he couldn't remember it.

"how does it feel, Fever?" He spat. "You should be prepared for this, you should be fighting back. You should be preparing for if I was a carnivore, shouldn't you? Because if I was, you'd be dead right now, with your guts all hanging out, your throat torn out so that you couldn't scream, bleeding out as they ate you alive. That's what Papa has been telling us, and that's what you wanted me to remember, wasn't it?"

He sneered at her, raising his hoof to kick her in the ribs, where his nose had connected. Hit where it hurt, that's what Papa always told them. "How does it feel to have it thrown back in your face, Fever?"

ROUND: 3/5
ATTEMPT: Kick her.
DEFENSE: None
INJURIES: Bad hips(previous)
Half-blind eyes(previous)
Sore side from healing burns(previous)

She could barely hear him when he started talking, so dazed was she. Then she zeroed in on his spiteful, angry words, and she stared at him in horror. He was right, all of what he was saying was right, and he was right to be angry but- he wasn't even letting her have a word in edgewise, he was just fighting her and hurting her!

He raised up a hoof and kept talking, and she grit her teeth together. In one motion, she curled up into a ball and struck out with her hoof at his face. She had to make this stop, they had to talk! She hit right in the chin, making him fall back before his hooves fell on her, and she rolled away, getting back to her feet.

"I was TRYING to apologize, Nettle!" She spat out, feeling the aches all over. "I was wrong for hurting you, I was stupid and scared by the end of it because you were fighting back and I was dumb! I shouldn't have just started a fight without asking first."

ROUND: 3/5
ATTEMPT: Kick him in the face!
DEFENSE: Curled up to protect her ribs
INJURIES: Bruised back, bruised ribs