A/N: This song reminds me so much of Aelin when she was an assassin. If you pay attention to the lyrics, some of them actually works in favor of Celaena.
"Girl with tattoos who like getting in trouble"
- Ahem, Watson?
- What?
- The girl is Aelin.
- No shit Sherlock.
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As I watched the other players fight, I was thinking of the ways I'll slowly kill him. The one that defended Grave. Placed him as the hero of the story, not the villain. His brother. He took away my best friend, I'll take away every single piece of shit that cares for him.

As the first round continued with the original victor obviously going to win, I predicted the same would happen with the next 3 matches. And it did, well, the first two did.  The third one, somehow the volunteer managed to trip him into a heaping pile of blood from the previous matches which lead to him slipping and rendering unconsciousness. Who knew blood was good for another usage?

The announcer called for Garth and me. The crowd cheered on Garth while booing me at the same time while we entered. I spot Cairn in the mist of the crowd, glaring at me. Properly for wasting his time.

Meh, I thought, I'm surprised that he bothered to even let me fight. I guess he'll wait until I win this match to scold me.

The bell rang to commence the battle. Garth ran towards me with a speed I didn't remember Grave having. I was surprised, which lead to him thinking he could win. He was too stupid, thinking a protégé of the king of assassins would be surprised with such a slow speed. I easily spun towards the right, which made him stumble for a moment.

"Stupid circus tricks won't help you in a battle to death." Garth growled.

My eyes narrowed, thinking of what happened to the last person that said the same thing to me.

"The last person that said that to me got their ass whipped and lost the match. I wouldn't want you to get the same outcome." I replied carelessly, not caring if he actually did get his ass whipped by me.

He growled back in response.

He grabbed his sword and ran at me again, tripping over a dent in the ground and slipping, the sword falling out of his hands. I stepped up, grabbed the sword and aimed it at his throat. Once he regained conscious, Garth looked at me, wide eyed. I crouched down and leaned into his ear.

"You're pathetic. Your brother was better than this. If you wanted to get revenge, you might as well trained like it." I whispered.

The pathetic little brother of Grave whimpered, and announced, "It's my loss."

The crowd went up in shambles, demanding to know why Garth hadn't won. The announcer hushed the audience into silence, telling them if they don't shut their mouth, they're all going to be whipped by him.

"T-the winner is...... Celaena Sardorthein!"

The audience started to go up in mummers. Celaena Sardorthein? Wasn't she the assassin? Shit! That was her! She's so young! The fuck?

Garth slowly pushed himself up, his head swarmed in confusion.

"Celaena........Sardorthein?" he whispered.

"Yes? I can't believe you fought me without knowing that." I grumbled. "This is why I called you pathetic. You brother was even more pathetic. Thinking he could kill my friend, and get away with that. Did you even know who he killed?" I asked.

Garth shaked his head, still stunned that he saw Celaena Sardorthein in the flesh.

"It was the princess of Eyllwe. My fucking friend." I hissed. They were all stupid.

The crowd was silent, except for the laughter Cairn was making.