When Shula woke she scolded the man for not saving her any food. She seemed to be in a better mood regardless, rest doing her injuries good. A couple days went by, both of them recovering from the fight they'd almost lost. Ultimately it made Shula open her eyes a bit more: she needed to get better. She needed to learn how to fight more, sure she'd been doing well under Faelan's instruction but due to the circumstances they hadn't trained in months. She was out of practice. Some of the things had stuck but it didn't mean she was adept. She had her instincts, which served her well and made up for some of the things Faelan didn't have naturally but comparatively she still felt Faelan was far better at self defense then her. It made her feel lesser then him and she hated it.<br/><br/>And now they had a whole new problem to worry about: how the hell were they going to get out? The deal was that they had to defeat the champion but considering they'd gotten their asses handed to them by a couple of low lives Shula didn't imagine that the top dog around here was going to be a some kind of cakewalk. They were actually talking about it when Shula saw movement out of the corner of her eye. There was Vince, walking right towards there table.<br/><br/>As he sat down she couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu.<br/><br/>"Alright guys- so, I think we should really go over a plan right now because you two can't defeat the champion on your own and I've just been fucking around so I'm not gonna be able to take him on myself." He stated, putting both hand on the table and looking fairly serious. Shula was at a loss for words for a moment.<br/><br/>"Wha...What?" She let out, furrowing her eyebrows.<br/><br/>"The champion. we need to defeat him if we're gonna get out of here? That's what you guys came here for, to take me back right? Well I had a moment to think about it and I'm all for it now."<br/><br/>Shula could't help but just stare at him, puzzled.