Unsure of the darkness around you? The trembling cold, the ringing silence? Thats fear, because you cant see what you don't know, you can't feel what you've never experienced, and you can't hear the deafening roar you've never been in the middle of.

An unknown location somewhere in the Bleeding heart was where Yeva was taken early on in her career. Prize fighting, or something like it. She was a good fighter, but she wasn't the best. She couldn't tell if this was a punishment, though she barely had any say in the matter. Wearing a long sleeve sweater and some cargo pants she was basically dumped into a pit which looked like a modified indoor pool that had been drained and lined with custom made barbed wire.

It was lit bright enough to see the faces of the super charged fans of whatever this was, and the smirking rich folks casually passing around hundreds of thousands of bills, the true darkness of this world. It wasn't cold, everything seemed temperate, but it was lonely, being segregated into the pit and having all eyes on you. It was loud, too loud to make out what anyone was yelling, beyond the other person in the pit. Across from her was a large man about six and a half feet tall, roaring some gibberish to fire up his fans. There was no point to being able to hear, and she didn't want to hear the remarks being made by the ones betting on her life.

"To the death?"

Was the last thing she really remembered hearing before the large man started them off, running right into her like a runaway eighteen wheeler. Shoulder charging and pushing at the peak of their collision he knew exactly what he was doing to launch her at full velocity at the far wall, slamming it hard she barely felt the barbs piercing her back as he fell off the wall and to the floor. There was no air in her lungs as she attempted to get to some sort of defensive position. She felt more than saw the lumbering oaf charging again before she rolled out of the way from his elephant stomping like attack that obviously meant to trample and disfigure her.

She knew if she didn't do something offensive now he would rule the fight. Creating a blue magic circle that strapped to her back spinning rather quickly, she rushed forward throwing a low kick for the side of his knee, switching to her other leg she stepped up onto his thigh launching up and grabbing his head to drive a knee into his face, before vaulting over him and landing in a roll. Suddenly her legs hurt like hell and she turned to see that she hadn't breached whatever defenses his powers gave him and in fact most of it back lashed onto the limbs that did damage.

The large man was giving her no time to recover as he charged again. With her legs messed up she had no choice but to reach out and place her hands against him to keep from being barreled into. It did nothing to slow the guy before she found herself smashed between him and another wall. She hit her head this time and became dizzy losing her grip as he pressed his shoulder into him. This time she couldn't hear because of the throbbing in her head. She was being crushed and was unable to breath, if Yeva didn't fight back now she was going to die.

She came to slowly reaching up to his shoulder and head as he rallied the crowed behind him. She didn't care about that, she needed power, she needed to be stronger. She couldn't concentrate on her magic to create a Red Circle, she had to rely on herself, pressing a few times but slipping due to either sweat, blood, or vomit she couldn't tell, but when she finally found something to grip and stuck she fiercely pushed. Digging deep for everything she had, and after just a moment there was a bit of reprieve. She could take in air, which she immediately expelled in a roar of anger, hatred, desperation, and fear. Pushing him more, causing his feet to start to slide bit by bit. He made a surprised sound and turned to grab her hand off his head and try and press her back against the wall, but he found their fingers interlocking instead as he couldn't press it back. Yeva was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks, a blood vessel prominently attempting to burst on her temple. The guy turned fully to meet her chest to chest and found his other hand interlocking with hers in a suddenly quite even show of strength on both sides.

The big guy could barely believe what he was seeing with this tiny woman. The fierceness and fire in her eyes suddenly made him realize the situation. This was a death fight and at any moment if he didn't take this seriously he could die. He had never felt that way in these fights before it was the look in her eyes. It was wild, unhindered, and incredibly focused on him. Now that she had a second she was finally able to create the Red Circle increasing her strength even more as she flipped their arms down, twisting the big guys wrists and fingers backwards until she felt everything in her hands shatter. She began stacking Red Circles on top of Red Circles continuously increasing her strength as blood dripped down her nose and eyes before she pushed the big guy away launching off the wall and wrapping her legs around his upper body and arms screaming wildly as she punched him repeatedly in the face.

When she saw his head whip back and he dropped to his knee's she let go with her legs to land standing up where she yelled again throwing a knife handed strike for his throat three times, hearing the gurgling pop of his esophagus collapsing in his throat. He fell spitting up blood where she continued to stomp on his head. She was crowned the victor as the survival of the fight, but this was only her first experience with this, earning the organization enough money would mean she could move up the ranks.