Fitz stood in the Neverseen entrance with his cloak. After all he have done, will they forgive him? Will Sophie forgive him? The answer is clearly a no. Days in the Neverseen are not easy, the Neverseen is not a place for him to stay, he told himself. A third enemy, will he be able to fight both the Black Swan and the Neverseen all on his own? Perhaps.

Gisela had warned him to be highly cautious these days. Seems like the Black Swan's going to come for Weakling. He jump up the windowsill and sat there with the plants. A good place for him to attack. The others took his place for guard.

Fitz glanced outside the foggy glass, sixteen figures, they've brought the bodyguards. Fitz let out a cold laugh, that's not going to make you stronger, Sophie.

He watched the people who took his place as entrance guard get hit until they're unconscious. He watched Sophie and her team walk along the only path, sadly, they'll have to seperate later. Fitz yawned. Stopping them from getting out would be much easier than chasing sixteen people in such a place.

He waited on the windowsill, he heard panting louder and louder. Fitz was ninety precent sure they got Keefe and was on their way of leaving. He quickly shut the door , leaving his 'friends' standing there, their enemies behind them. His scythe formed in his palm. "Begging for a fight, huh? It's been a bit peaceful these two weeks."

Fitz jumped down to the ground, causing sand to fly, he dragged his scythe across the yellow sand.

"Miss me, huh?" Fitz said, the devilish part of him ready to work. He gave a evil smile, Sophie pointed her dagger at him. "Bringing more people won't help you win a fight with me. Losers once, losers forever." Fitz said, stalking forward confidently.

He stood in front of Sophie. "Hiding in your safety bubble?" Fitz smiled. Weak, far too weak to defeat him, so he spoke. "I'm giving you another chioce, Foster, either you surrender here, or all of you get hurt. I know it's tiring to have a fight with someone with two hundred and fifty-six abilities."

"You're giving me options because you can't get in?" Sophie laughed.

"Sophie!" Biana called, shaking her head, Fitz was sure Alsen told her about it.

Fitz swung his scythe at the force field, the force fiele shattered and the sharp end of his blade inches close to Sophie's right eye. "Anymore things to say?" Sophie stiffened. Fitz felt something grab his ankle. He looked down, Keefe, trying to tear his skin with his claws.

"I'm giving you three seconds. Let. Go." Fitz warned. This only made him claw on his ankle harder. 

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Fitz lifted his scythe, cutting down at a high speed. Keefe wailed, but his wailing stopped when Fitz kicked him onto the wall behind so hard that he went unconscious. His forearm sliced off, blood spilled on Fitz's boots. "Such filthy things deserve to be with its filthy master." He gave the bloody arm another kick, the arm laid calmly beside Keefe. Sophie covered her mouth with her hand, careful not to whimper aloud. She slowly lowered to her knees.

"I-I ....I" Sophie was shaking so bad.

"I haven't heard the word."

Sophie pushed her dagger at Fitz's throat. A tiny circlar red force field appeared of his throat, stopping Sophie's dagger.

"Are you sure you're fighting me in my battlefield?"

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Vines coiled around sixteen bodies. Fitz laughed. "Just like what I said."