I knew the fun had just started; I didn't need someone to sing it to me.He flipped me over, my back slamming into his elbow. I heard a sickening “crack” from the impact before I was flung away like I was worth nothing. Max ran toward me, his face a mask of anxiety and worry.“Alan! Are you okay?” He began to pull me into a sitting position. “Come on, I’ll take you to a healer.”I pushed him away. Blood trickled down into my eyes, blurring my vision as I looked toward Eden who was backing me and smiling to the onlookers we hard. He had become visible again and was already heading back to his yoga mat as if the fight were over.“I don’t need a healer,” I spat, pushing myself up with trembling arms. “I don’t fucking need anybody!”I shouted the words, and Max stared at me in disbelief. “I’m going to win this duel, even if I die doing it.” The crazy look Max gave me didn’t move me a bit.That’s when it began. The air around me started to shift; something dark was flickering within my sha