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Blaise woke up and saw himself inside the arena. He looked around and saw some guards walk towards him, with what appeared to be shackels. "You think those things will work on me?" He started to laugh, his laugh sounded a bit demonic. "Try it if you can catch me." He changed into a Phoenix with one his wings that of a fallen angel's and the other as a demon's. Blaise took flight and knocked the guards with the shackels down. "Did you really expect that too work?" He asked them.

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Zane turned around and was now no longer able to see the other fallen angel and he floated back down to the ground. “Dang it Zane you need to get your head in the game and find her now!” Zane yelled at himself for not realizing that she had been dragged off. Zane ran over to the dead guard and realized this one looked exactly like his escort did except slightly shorter. Zane ruffled through some of his pockets and produced a key that looked rusty. Zane then tried to unlock his manacles and was hit in the back of the head being knocked unconscious. He was then dragged off of the field and locked up in a room that looked big and red with yellow trim on the bed he was thrown looked the same. The person that had nocked him out quickly unmannacled Zane and quickly left the room locking the door behind.

The two water wizards from before came into the arena and blasted Blaise with a whole lot of water. Blaise in his Phoenix form screeched and slowly started to change back to normal. The streams of water also knocked him out. Two guards with enchanted fire resistant clothes came up to Blaise and dragged him into a bright orange room with candles on either side of the bed. The two guards tossed him onto the bed and quickly left.

The room was a sky blue and decorated with gold painting decorations. Her eyes narrowed was she looked at her surroundings and examined each and everything in the room with the sight of a eagle. Her eyes stopped at a pile of fresh and clean presses on a wooden oak desk and with a note on top of. She slipped out of the bed and her bare feet hit the cold floor as she walked over to the dresses and picked up the note and read it aloud to herself, "Today you will be going to a dinner and meeting your fellow contestants. Dress nicely and not like a fallen angel you are." The last sentence made a vein pulse in her neck and her eye twitched in annoyance. She put down the note and looked at the dresses and smirked as she saw a dress of black and a black rose of the corner of the torso and the hem of the top of it.

Blaise awoke in his room and looked around, "Where am I?" He says to himself. Suddenly he spotted a note on a piece of paper, it read: "You are one of the contestants, dress nicely for this evening, and not like a berserker." Blaise chuckled at the last sentence, "If only they know." He looked around not like any of the clothes they gave him, "What ever I will just do this." Fire engulfed Blaise changing his attire to a black button up shirt, with the collar being red, and dress pants and shoes, both with a red trim. "This will do for now." Blaise says adjusting his collar.

The Theif slipped on the black dress and hissed as her back was exposed and so her wings were free, but also, it made her fee naked and vulnerable. She growled as she walked to a mirror in the other side of the room and saw herself. She looked pretty except for her red messy hair and her tired looking eyes. She sighed and walked into the bathroom and brushed out her hair and put on a TAD of make up, but she Stoll looked gorgeous.

Blaise changed his legs into a flame and started to restlessly run on the walls and celling of his room, "When are they going to let me out of here. I am getting anxious to do something." He puts his hand on an orange gem that is attached to his shirt sleeve.

A soft knock resonated from the other side of the Theifs door and she hissed a come in. The person obeyed and opened the door to reveal maid that looked to be in her twenties with a plump face and stomach and smashed in nose and pudgy fingers. Her eyes narrowed at the woman and she stretched her wings and waited for the woman to talk. "Come with me and ill lead you to the dining room." The woman ordered with a deep voice that made her seem liked a man. The Theif grinned and nodded, following the woman, and she lead her to a extravagant dining room

Zane eventually woke up and noticed a note next to him. It read doesn’t dress like the fallen angel you are but get ready for the dinner and be ready to meet your fellow contestants. Zane got up and looked over at a red tuxedo and sighed. “Alright let’s get dressed.” Zane says as he walked over and started changing into the tux. He then noticed a red rose with black trim. “Hmmm now I like!” Zane exclaimed as he pinned the rose onto his tux and finished getting dressed. His tux was red with black trim just like the rose he pinned onto his tux. Zane found a mirror and looked at his hair. “Well I guess a hair cut couldn’t hurt.” He just so happened to find a knife with a note attached to it. It said in all upper case letters. TRIM YOURSELF! and he started doing so.