Cyril watched the battle between Ben and Sonya. Even though Ben used a rapier, the red haired tutor did not bother to use a weapon. This had to be interesting. Ben seemed like he was an able fellow, and he wondered if he would be lucky enough to take down Sonya. Ben landed one blow on Sonya before the woman took him down just as quickly as she did to him. [i]She’s extremely strong. I doubt that anyone will be able to defeat her.[/i] While he pretty much didn’t want to accept defeat, Cyril had to take her abilities into consideration. She was a member of the Vongola for who knows how long. Sonya was obviously a person seasoned in martial arts and combat and all of the good things. 

Abby talked to him again, and he looked over at her. [i]Why is she constantly asking about my injuries?[/i] he scoffed and looked away, trying to keep still and not brush his arm against anyone or anything. Now that he was calming down, the arm was hurting more and more. [i]She really did almost break it.[/i] he realized, wondering how much it would hurt if he actually moved it. He sighed and watched as Sonya threw something at Daisuke, who was napping not far off. Apparently it was the annoying boy’s turn to fight. Cyril knew that he didn’t stand a chance. Not if Ben or him could not have defeated Sonya.

The red haired woman sent a knee to his stomach and threw him [i]through[/i] a wall. Now, Cyril didn’t care much for the people around him, but he thought that was a bit too much. He didn’t want to be associated with a murder. Before he could open his mouth, Abby screamed again, this time defending Daisuke. Sonya paid her no heed, however, and simply turned to face Daisuke. [i]He couldn’t have been killed so quickly. If Sonya did that, it’s for a reason, right?[/i] 

Fionn however, remained huddled close to the largest group of people that were in the backyard. He didn’t want to be thrown or twisted like Cyril or Daisuke were. He sat down on the ground, remaining quiet and hoping that Sonya would skip over him. His bright colored eyes flicked over to the weapon rack. He didn’t know the name of the weapons except for a sword or lance or whatever. [i]I don’t even know how to pick one up.[/i] he thought, running a hand through his hair. [i]But Sonya won’t accept that kind of excuse.[/i]