Dominion of The Beast Masters

The tension in the arena was palpable as Colin and Adrian stood facing each other.

The trainees filled the stands, their murmurs barely audible over the heavy atmosphere.

While many felt uneasy about Adrian's unstable nature, their concern grew seeing him about to fight against a child.

The veterans watched in silence, their expressions mostly unreadable.

Eratz sat with Mercury and Milo, his jaw tight but his gaze unwavering.

Kaida leaned back with her arms crossed, sitting next to Catarina and Raya, her sharp eyes darting between the fighters.

Ryder slouched near Zara, arms folded, watching intently but keeping a casual front.

Adrian's smirk spread wider as he reveled in the moment.

His gaze flicked toward Eratz, and his voice echoed through the arena.

"We're all good after this, right, Eratz? No hard feelings? This is just a test, after all."

Eratz raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Adrian chuckled, turning back to Colin, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Hey, little one, don't get scared now. I'll be gentle. Or maybe I won't. Who knows?"

He paused, letting the crowd murmur before continuing.

"What's it like having everyone think you're a joke? Just another kid riding on Big Bro's coattails?"

Colin didn't respond, her calm demeanor unwavering as she met his taunts with silence.

Adrian stepped forward, licking his lips, his voice growing darker.

"You know, there's something poetic about this. A sweet, innocent little girl like you, going against someone like me. After all the troubles your brother gave me… I should thanks the Director."

The stands grew deathly quiet, the crowd shifting uncomfortably at his escalating words.

Adrian grinned, feeding off the tension.

"Tell me," he sneered. "Exactly who are you to Eratz, huh? Are you really his little sister, or is it something… more? I mean, I've seen how protective he is of you. Makes me wonder. if he isn't a sis con."

Colin's fists clenched, her jaw tightening.

"This has nothing to do with my big brother," she said firmly, her red eyes narrowing. "Stop talking about him."

Adrian's grin turned feral as he leaned closer.

"So I was right, thank you," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "Little sis."

Something snapped in Colin. Her calm expression darkened, her fiery aura flickering faintly around her.

Victoria's voice cut through the tension.

"Begin!"

Adrian laughed loudly, throwing his arms out dramatically.

"Let's go, little sis!" he shouted, his voice echoing. "I'll show everyone just how entertaining it is to..."

Before he could finish, a searing blast of fire erupted from Colin's hand, striking his face with unrelenting force.

The blast was precise, igniting the inside of Adrian's mouth.

The arena froze in shock as Adrian staggered back, clutching his face.

His muffled scream was agonized, guttural, as he doubled over.

Smoke curled from his mouth as his body writhed in pain.

The sound of his muffled gags and desperate gasps filled the silent arena.

He stumbled, dropping to his knees, his hands clawing at his face.

Colin stood still, her red eyes burning coldly. Her voice was calm, almost too calm, and filled with venom.

"Open your mouth again," she said, her tone ice-cold, "There's still some dirt in your throat."

The crowd was stunned into silence. Even the aces exchanged glances, surprised by this unusual reaction.

Colin's fiery aura grew stronger as she took a step forward, her focus solely on Adrian.

There was no hesitation, no doubt, only pure, burning anger. But then, through sheer will, or sheer stubbornness, Adrian forced himself to his knees, his ragged breathing filling the space.

He staggered to his feet, his knees wobbling as his body protested every movement. His face was twisted with pain, his lips swollen and cracked, but his smirk, defiant and mocking, returned.

"Is… that all you've got?" he rasped, his voice raw and broken. "You think a little fire is gonna stop me? I was being nice, but screw it. You're going down, you little brat."

Colin's calm expression didn't waver. Her fiery aura flickered faintly, but her red eyes were locked on Adrian with cold disdain.

Adrian clenched his fists and lunged forward, his movements clumsy but fueled by anger. He swung a punch at her, but before it could land, a small burst of fire erupted from Colin's hand, striking his wrist.

The smell of burnt flesh filled the air as Adrian let out a guttural cry, stumbling back and cradling his hand. He dropped to the ground, rolling in agony as the flames scorched him briefly before retreating.

The crowd watched in horrified silence. Many of the trainees exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier doubts about Colin's capabilities rapidly dissolving.

"Is this for real...," one trainee whispered.

"What the hell?" another muttered, equally impressed and unnerved.

Kaida leaned back, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

"... Oh, I'm starting to like her even more."

Catarina nudged her playfully.

"Remind me not to get on her bad side."

Raya, as composed as ever, observed quietly, her unreadable gaze shifting between the fighters.

Eratz stood still, his arms crossed, a wide smile on his face. Mercury, sitting next to him, gave a small, approving nod, while Milo's nervous fidgeting slowed as he watched Colin dominate.

Victoria remained stoic, her cold gaze fixed on the fight. Her hands rested at her sides, her expression unreadable but sharp, as if every move was being scrutinized.

Adrian, groaning in pain, pushed himself back to his feet, his face contorted with fury.

"You little… bitch," he spat, his voice trembling with rage. "I'll make you pay for that."

Colin tilted her head, her voice low and biting.

"Pay for your hospital fees? Sure, you will need it."

Adrian snarled and charged again, this time with more determination. He swung at her, his movements more frantic and wild. But just as his fist was about to make contact, another flame burst directly on his body, this time on his shin.

Adrian screamed, the flames licking at his leg before vanishing as quickly as they'd come. He collapsed to one knee, clutching his burned leg, his breaths shallow and ragged.

"What's the matter? Forgot how to walk?" Colin's voice was icy, her words cutting deep. "Hard to prove you belong here when you can't even stay on your feet."

Adrian's confidence was beginning to crack, but his anger flared brighter.

"You think this is funny? You think you're tough? You're just a kid hiding behind cheap tricks!"

Colin's eyes narrowed.

"Cheap tricks? That's rich, mister I can't beat a little girl."

Adrian roared in frustration and lunged again, this time with a desperate kick. Colin didn't dodge. Instead, she raised her hand, sending a precise jet of flame to his exposed thigh.

Adrian howled, collapsing to the ground once more. The flame didn't spread, burning only a small, concentrated area, but the pain was enough to leave him writhing.

The tension in the room thickened, the spectators frozen as they watched the exchange.

"She's… terrifying," someone whispered.

"She's not even trying… just toying with him," another boy muttered.

Adrian tried to stand again, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His movements were slower now, each step unsteady. He looked at Colin with pure hatred, his voice a rasping growl.

"You… you're dead… you hear me? Dead! Fucking whore!"

Colin took a slow step forward, her red eyes gleaming.

"I know you have no education but at least use insults I can understand," She raised her hand slightly, and a small flame danced in her palm. "The first screaming is the whore, ok?"

Adrian hesitated, his bravado faltering as he took an involuntary step back.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, the weight of Colin's power settling over them like an unrelenting storm. The earlier doubts they'd harbored about her strength were now obliterated.

"Okay… we were wrong… end it already," someone muttered, their voice filled with a mix of fear and awe.
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But Colin wasn't finished. She tilted her head slightly, her red eyes narrowing as a cold smirk tugged at her lips.

Her voice, calm and sharp as a blade, cut through the stillness.

"You were right after all, I'm having fun." she said, almost amused.

Her words carried an eerie edge, and the crowd shivered as if the temperature had dropped.

Adrian, still trembling, took an unsteady step back. His breath hitched as Colin's smile widened, her tone turning darker.

"You insulted my brother, so I'm going to keep playing," she continued, her voice lowering to a chilling whisper, "until you surrender. If you lose here, it'll be because you asked for it."

The blood drained from Adrian's face, his body frozen in place. Her words wrapped around him like chains, and for the first time, the full weight of her intent crashed down on him.