Chapter Four: Fight Club

                                    

                                          
Marcus' figure looms over the scrawny Alen, and he approaches him with lumbering intensity. Alen, waits until the last minute, and leaps at him, throwing his whole body weight at him, however this doesn't seem to phase Marcus. 
                          
"What on earth is Alen doing?" Ginger leans over and whispers, "He's a healer, not a body builder!" Her whispers become urgent. 
                          
Marcus is quick to throw Alen off, throwing a few punches at the skinny boy's gut, who manages to duck all of them, before returning three, two of which make contact with Marcus' torso. The crowd loves this, and is cheering at every hit, booing at every miss. It goes on like this for about a minute before Marcus manages to throw Alen to the ground. 
                          
Oh boy... you cringe in anticipation, but Alen leaps back to his feet, ducks Marcus' punch, and launches his head up, hitting Marcus' chin, and sending his head backwards, and his feet stumbling back.
                          
Alen then hits him three times in the gut before Marcus sweeps out his leg, and knocks Alen to the ground, and sits on top of him. From there, there was no competition. The match is called, and cheers echo through the chamber once more.
                          
You hear the familiar ding of an announcement, which states, "Mary Gordon and Hera Whitfield please make your way into the ring. You have a minute and a half to prepare." 
                          
Soon enough, Marcus and Alen make their way to the stands, high-fiving members of the team on their way to sit back down. Marcus does a cool handshake with Hunter and sits next to him. "So, bets, Mary or Hera?" Hunter asks, turning away from you to speak to Marcus. Marcus laughs, "You kidding? Hera is going to demolish Mary. Mary might be sturdy but Hera is ruthless. I'll bet a hundred dollars on that."
                          
"Oh, it's on. Mary won't fall from Hera's hits, and she hits hard. Just you watch." They shake on it as Athena counts down from ten.
                          
Hera is certainly an imposing figure. Her platinum hair is braided and twisted to her head, her undercut has henna tattoos on it that reach down past her neck, she wears black aviators, and has a nose ring. She's five foot ten, and is very muscular. 
                          
However, Mary is way more muscular than Hera. A powerlifter standing about six feet tall, towering over Hera. Her slick black hair is up into a high pony tail,  and she smiles what appears to be a good natured smile at Hera as the countdown continutes.
                          
Three... two... one...
                          
Begin!
                          
Mary shifts her weight to her back leg and the two have an intense stare down. The crowd is silent, everyone seems afraid to breathe in fear of missing something. Hera cocks her head to one side and grins before swinging at Mary's face.
                          
Mary dodges, ducking under the punch and returning one, which catches Hera in the gut. Hera stumbles back, but catches herself. She lunges toward Mary and manages to get a punch in. They trade blows for about a minute before Hera dodges one of Mary's attacks and jumps into the air, doing a helicopter kick of sorts, which connects with Mary's jaw. She falls backward, but manages to block all of Hera's attacks and soon gets on her feet. 
                          
The fight goes much longer than Marcus' and Alen's, continuing about three minutes before Hera, who had been losing in the second half, managed to weaken Mary enough to throw one final punch. It was a close call, but Hera had a certain ferocity that came out once she seemed to break through Mary's wall of resilience. She landed several brutal blows, and the match was called.
                          
"(F/N)(L/N), and Hunter O'Connor, please make your way down to the ring." Athena's voice rose above the general angry chatter as bets were traded between agents. 
                          
"Good luck (Y/N). May the best fighter win." He grinned cockily, and you extended your hand. He took it. 
                          
"I'll need your money, Hunter!" Marcus called as he headed in the opposite direction of you.