[center][h2][color=00aeef]Thor[/color][/h2][img]http://i.imgur.com/PzupDt5.png[/img][/center]

Most of the Frenzy plant members had watched Thor at the infirmary for a moment to see if the girl was alright. She looked peacefully asleep for now as she seemed to be being healed from the fight. Her hair color had returned to a somewhat dark blonde color and was hanging by her back instead of in the air. She had a dislocated jaw, a broken arm and some almost fatal wounds that were treated just in time by the Frenzy plant and arena doctors. Her broken bones were nicely placed in casts and were being healed rather fast by the healing magic of the Frenzy plant members. She would likely have not even a scratch left tomorrow. The frenzy plant members had gone back to theit seating to let the girl rest for now.

Thor hand't woken up yet however, she had used up most of her magic power and fatigued from it. By 99,9% of the people it would regenerate overtime by the magic particals in the air. By Thor was it a little slower however. If Thor was lucky she would be up to max magic power in a month. This is why she charges herself with lightning after every use of magic. It was fast and would give her enough magic to last for a while. But without magic power in herself and not even being awake it was difficuly to accomplish. Thor got a little red and struggled in bed a little. This less magic power took a huge burden on her body too. She was definitly not enjoying this.

[center][h2][color=f7941d]Isla[/color][/h2]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/IvqEVc7.png[/img][/center]

With a bored expression she sat there, on the ground in some animal cage. She was still wearing the clothes she was given and nothing had changed on her status. She dragged her finger over the ground to finish the last line of her dirt art work. A very nice piece of art the would deceive the eyes of people after the firat glance. It didn't have any color however. Her mind couldn't stop thinking about the small fact that it didn't have any color. She sadly looked aroind the camp. It had grown rather quite with the games in progress and such. It had taken the toll for Isla. A few hoirs ago she at least could talk to some people but it was deserted. Her favourite companion Argus walked by again. She gave him an ignoring pout and looked away with her arms crossed. Her started talking in which Isla immedialy gave a reply.

[Center][color=f7941d]"At least you're not stuck in this f-ing cage anymore!"[/color][/center]