Before he knew it, Cyril was on the ground and Sonya was hovering over him. The dark haired boy was about to leap up to his feet when she stepped on him, holding him against the ground and making sure that he went nowhere. That made Cyril become angry and frustrated—what was she planning? Unless she counted this as defeat, which he wasn’t about to accept. Something clamped around his arm and twisted it the wrong way, making him flinch in pain. [i]Fuck.[/i] Now he was panicking. He thought that he would be able to face the pain but… he had to throw in the tower. She was about to snap his arm.

When she released him, Ben stepped up to the plate as he got back to his feet. Cyril cradled his arm as he walked to the rest, and sat next to the other so called Guardians. Abby seemed worried, while Naoto and Jak seemed somewhat calm. [i]Good for them.[/i] He thought, looking back over at the ensuing battle. [i]They don’t know what’s coming for them.[/i]