Thank You, Next.

Mika looked bored as the sun was setting and her stomach was empty, but none of the clan leaders who initially wanted to fight her were moving an inch to enter the ring.

These Mofo! Are trying to mess with my dinner time!

"I said NEXT." She called out again.

Lord Filverel push one of his lackeys into the ring. The male stumbled at first but with everyone's eyes, including his own soldiers, on him, he raised his chest and walked step by step to the middle of the ring.

He cursed himself for standing in the front and close to Lord Filverel.

Braeden turned to the male, "Ready?"

"E-en." The clan leader nodded his head.

Braeden looked to Mikaela, "Ready?"

"Yup."

"Begin!…...Winner, General Amara!" Braeden didn't get to do anything.

The minute he signaled the start of the match Mika sent a massive fireball at the male's chest making sent him fly out of the ring.