[b]Madison[/b]

As she struggled against Vlad, Madison's attention was stolen when a rather large figure rushed towards the two students. She looked to the side and followed his movements, witnessing the heavy punch that could very well kill even the toughest of competitors if they were hit in the right spot. Madison sat up, the sudden wave of guilt hitting her like a thousand bricks. She absolutely hated this side of her, how the use of fire made her rage so uncontrollable, she might as well be a ticking bomb. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced over at her teacher with an apologetic look and stormed out of the room. Once outside, Madison checked her burnt arm and couldn't help but flinch as her light touch caused her tremendous pain. With a worried look on her face, she began to pace back and forth in front of Mr. Kessinger's office. Madison felt anxious at this point as she wondered what repercussions awaited her. Even worse, she was worried about Vlad.