Ability Matches: You're Worse Than The People of Aranea!

The next day, they were all in a limo, being chauffeured to the match. Loki's Xp was now 850/1200, and was rereading the message on his screen.

[Time is up: The scroll has been incinerated]

When Loki had woke up, the scroll was no longer there, and all that was let was some ashes. Loki has saw the message, but was still trying to see if the system was just playing a trick on him. He was jolted out of his thoughts when the limo stopped and someone opened the door.

"We're here," Mrs. Phoenix gave them a thin smile. "Looking lovely, Daphne."

Daphne was dressed up in a red sleeveless crop top with white denim shorts and white lace gloves. She was wearing a sleek white leather jacket over her crop top and her hair was styled into a half-bun. She had a beautiful red phoenix clip in her hair, a gorgeous ruby-red pendant on her neck.

"Thank you, Mother," Daphne forced on a smile that looked more like a grimace.

It was obvious that Daphne didn't enjoy dressing up, but she was trying to somewhat appease her mother.

The six friends stepped out of the limo and followed Daphne's parents to the stands.

"Brr," Seraphine shivered slightly. "It's a bit chilly."

"You should have dressed warmer, then," Mr. Powell walked up. "Arnold, Regina, we should go take our seats."

"Where are you going?" Nishan asked in slight surprise.

"Unlike all these peasants, we're going to enjoy champange and warmth in our reserved Luxury Box," Mrs. Powell flipped her hair.

Mr. Phoenix smiled. "Saltavore, Nishan, you can join us later if you like. You may even bring along disappointment of a daughter and her worthless group of bodyguards."

"Gee, thanks, uncle," Saltavore muttered, voive dripping with sarcasm.

Mr. Phoenix missed the sarcasm in Saltavore's tone and clapped him on the back. "Good lad. We'll be seeing a lot of each other in a couple of years."

Once they left, Nishan gave a small shudder. "I hate the thought of having to become one of The Snakes if we don't defeat them now."

"Then we should start investigating!" Terrence said. "Maybe Loki could use his Ability to find out the names of people who came? See if anyone has L.B as initials?"

"Even if we do find out someone with those initials, we can't just walk up to them and tell them that you know what they're part of. What if you get the wrong person?" Saltavore rolled his eyes.

"It's not a bad idea, though," Daphne told them. "Our parents often come to these Ability matches. I'm sure that they do enjoy watching people fight, and my father likes gambling, but surely there are more reasons than to come every time there is an Ability match event."

"Hey, it's always cold here, right?" Loki asked suddenly.

"Yeah? It's an after effect of a curse that was placed here sometime during the Great War," Nishan said. "You look a bit pale, Loki.?"

"Your parents come to every match? And do they always book the Luxury Box?" Loki ignored Nishan.

"Yes, they do," Daphne looked at him strangely. "You're acting off."

"And do you usually come with them to these matches? Do you stat in the Luxury Box?" Loki pressed on.

"We don't like the Ability matches, so we usually don't come," Saltavore said. "And when we do, we usually just walk around aimlessly. Our parents are always in the Luxury Box, and we can never see what they're doing, because the glass is tinted."

"Is the glass tinted?"

"Loki! What's wrong?" Seraphine shook him. "You're acting really weird! Tell us what's going on!"

"I think-"

There were loud cheers as the first Ability match started, a man wearing a Viking helmet viciously burning of another man's arm.

"God, these people are worse than the people of Aranea," Daphne turned away from the fighting pit. "What were you going to say, Loki?"

"I think I know what L.B stands for."