12 You think I’m crazy? You should see my sister!

By the time Art and Ezreal got back, Violet was already in her second fight going toe to toe with someone much bigger than herself. She took his punches like a champ, not backing down and even responded with her own, landing a few good hits on the man's face.

One could easily tell how much Violet had trained to become this strong, but Art was not surprised, considering her future achievements.

However, Ezreal, on the other hand, was scared shitless. He remembered what he had done earlier and imagined a scenario where he was beaten up instead of the man in the pit. "Hey, remind me not to piss her off ever again," he said while making their way towards his previous seat.

"Hmm, nope," Art hummed, "I kinda want to see you get beaten up after what you did."

"I said I was sorry," Ezreal complained but was only ignored by Art as they continued to make their way through the crowd.

Soon the two found their seats which was still being saved by the blue-haired girl Ezreal was sitting next to. "Thanks," Art said gratefully before sitting down and watching the fight.

"Here, we brought you some snacks," he added and sat by her and handed her a metal box full of biscuits given to him by the merchant.

"I can't. I'm a little full," the blue-haired girl denied but not because of the reason she stated.

She could tell how expensive the biscuits were from the packaging and became suspicious. Did he really buy this for me? she thought, hesitant to accept, especially when Art was a stranger to her.

But when Art opened the metal box and when she saw the biscuits inside, it was at that moment her stomach betrayed her. "Haha, just eat a little then," he chuckled lightly before placing the metal box on her lap. "I'm sure it doesn't hurt to try. It's not like it's poisoned or anything. Look, I've already had some on the way."

Feeling a little embarrassed, the blue-haired girl covered her face with her hands and said, "Okay, I'll have some."

The blue-haired girl hesitated before reaching for a biscuit. She brought it close to her mouth and took a small bite. Immediately, her eyes lit up. It was her first time eating such delicacy as she fervently began eating the rest of the biscuit.

"This is so good!" she chirped.

Seeing that she was enjoying herself, Art smiled. "Good, have some more," he said. "But don't eat too much. It's bad for you."

"Hmm," the blue-haired girl cutely nodded.

Art turned his attention back towards the pit and continued to watch the fight.

By now, both fighters were on their last legs. The two were panting heavily, blood dripping down on Violet's beautiful face from the cut on her forehead, which Art found pretty hot. Whereas the man's face was bruised, one of his eyes was swollen, making his vision blurry.

"So, who do you think is going to win?" Art nudged Ezreal.

"I bet on the man…" he said but changed his mind a second later, afraid that Art would snitch to Violet that he was betting for her to lose. "I mean, she is going to win."

"Really?" Art teased. "I'm pretty sure you were about to say the man would win."

"Ahem, I have no idea what you are talking about," coughed Ezreal. "Just watch the fight, man."

"Aight," Art rolled his eyes and focused his attention back on the fight.

***

The only thing Violet had her sights upon in the ring was the opponent before her. She used to feel nervous, scared and jittery every time she fought. But after growing up in the Undercity, where street fights occurred almost daily, she no longer needed to worry about such things.

She ignored the blood dripping down from the cut on her forehead and planned what to do next. She eyed the man's face… Another jab to the eye? An uppercut to the chin? she thought.

However, in a fight, there was no time to think.

Violet saw the man charging at her, aiming to use the size difference between them to tackle and overpower her. She knew if the man were to successfully bring her down to the ground, her chances of winning would be close to none. The man was stronger, and getting herself out of a grapple was impossible.

She did not want to lose like this and began to look for a way to win. At that moment, when the man got closer, a beautiful smile found its way to her face as she saw an opportunity.

The man had let down his guard and exposed multiple weak points.

Out of instinct and being a head shorter than the man, Violet found the perfect angle and gave the man an uppercut to the chin. The man was knocked out right there and then, but she did not stop there and followed with a quick right hook to the cheek.

"Woah!"

"That was amazing!"

Art and Ezreal jumped up from their seat in excitement like the rest of the crowd, and as if in queue, Violet fell to her knees and passed out of exhaustion.

The blue-haired girl uttered a yelp, only to be drowned out by the crowd's loud cheering. A worried expression could be seen on her face as she closed the metal box full of biscuits and placed it on her seat before leaving.

It was only when the crowd's excitement died out, that Art noticed the blue-haired girl he was sitting next to had disappeared... She could have at least said goodbye, and why didn't she take the biscuits with her? he thought, shaking his head before turning his gaze back towards the pit.

He watched Violet get carried away, not too particularly concerned about her condition. She was tough, and this fight was indeed not enough to kill someone like her, a badass and sexy one girl wrecking crew.

Still, Art could not help but worry a little as he spoke up. "We probably should go and see if she's okay," he stood up and tapped Ezreal on the shoulder.

"Kay, I wanna see where the fighters wait to fight anyway," replied Ezreal before standing up and following Art out of the audience seats.

A few minutes later, the two found Violet, and by the time they got there, she was already up on her feet. Her injuries had been treated with a bandage on her forehead.

But that wasn't what Art found surprising the most, it was the fact the blue-haired girl they were sitting next to was also here and was holding Violet's hand rather intimately.

"Hey, Vi," Art greeted and turned to the blue-haired girl. "and this is?"

"Her name is Powder, she's my sister," Violet introduced with a smile and patted the blue-haired girl's hair.

Upon hearing this, the look towards Art had for Powder changed. Sister? Blue hair? Could she be Jinx? But she doesn't have purple eyes, he thought.

Instead of feeling nervous like the first time Art met Violet, who was about the same age before he died, he was confused upon meeting Jinx/Powder. He could not help but stare at the girl once more, remembering that it has always been hinted that Vi and Jinx were related in the game. It was even more reaffirming when a TV series about those two had released just before he died.

How could such a cute little girl become so deranged? he thought before speaking up. "Ahem, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts for a second there," he coughed a little and said. "Anyway, nice to meet you, Powder, well, again. My name is Art."

"And I'm Ezreal," the blondy added.

"Nice to meet you too, and sorry for leaving without saying a word earlier," replied Powder.

"It's okay," Art smiled.

"Wait," Violet interrupted and asked curiously, "you guys have met?"

"Yeah, she saved our seats while we were getting something to eat earlier, and we ended up watching your fight together," Art explained. "And I'm guessing she left without saying goodbye to see if you were okay."

Violet was delighted upon hearing this. "This saves me some trouble then. I was going to introduce you to her later. It's been some time since I've wanted her to make some friends at her age."

Powder complained after hearing what her sister said, "But Vi, I do have friends, I have, I have--"

"Little man? That's only one Powder," said Violet before leaning in and whispering into her ear. "Don't you want to be friends with them? Look at how handsome they are. I've even invited them for dinner so you can get closer to one of them."

"Vi!" exclaimed Powder, embarrassed as she lightly punched her sister on the arm.

"Haha," Violet laughed before ruffling Powder's hair. "Alright, we should get going now. I'm feelin hungry after those two fights."

"Fine by me," said Art as he turned to Ezreal.

"Yeah, sure," the blondie shrugged his shoulders.

With that said, the four left and went over to have dinner at Violet's house.