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Miranda just stared at the girl in surprise. There were lots of loud complaints from the crowd at her having a personal healer.

"You better get out before you get hurt," Miranda silently whispered to the girl. The girl didn't move though, just stood there letting a white light over her arm. She gave a quick glance to the man she was fighting who was standing back up and looked like a bull ready to charge. The girl said something, but Miranda ignored her, quickly pushing the naive girl back into the crowd. She had only a split second to think of a way to knock the oaf back down or she would be. The thought did come to her. She bent down and when the man was in the right spot, about a foot away from her, she lifted him up over her head throwing him down on the other side of her. She did this in a perfect arch. When he was down she delivered the final blow, punching him in the middle of his face with her right arm having his head smack down on the ground. He was then unconscious.

Silence filled the area, then cheering screams filled the air, even those who were yelling against her to win were cheering. The organizer shot down and held her arm in the air with such pride you would've thought they knew each other. After a long period of the organizer showing Miranda off and mass amounts of cheering, Miranda walked over to him and took the bag of money, her prize, from his belt and her bag that was full of armor from the stage.

She saw the caring girl still in the audience and walked over to her. Taking out her prize money, pulling out a small handful of gold pieces.

"Here," Miranda said holding out her hand the remains of her thrilled smile still ghosting on her face, "You deserve it. Healing like that, doesn't come cheap. Trust me, you've earned it".