Aila slid out of Damon's arm only to slow from rushing towards Esme after his fingers found hers, intertwining them. She decided to pull him along like an excited child, making him grin and follow after her like a lovestruck fool. Her lovestruck fool.
Aila was near Esme now, who had been split from Chiara to go to the opposing side in the arena. "Es. Don't use whatever those powers are," she warned in a mind-link. She forgot about those powers when suggesting the fight, but her Gamma would definitely lose, and it wouldn't make her feel any better.
"Please, I've fought for years without them. It wouldn't be a fair fight, either. I'm not that much of a bitch, you know," Esme mind-linked back without looking in Aila's direction. Her eyes were set on Chiara.
