The pain was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her world swam and for a brief moment, she was unable to move. To make matters worse, she was suddenly punched forcefully in the face, resulting in a broken nose. Blood swam in her vision and she saw nothing else but stars. If she could still throw up, Zyana was sure she would have.<br/><br/>A loud horn beeped, announcing that it was halftime, which meant that they had half an hour to regroup and refresh before round two. The more experienced fighters brought bloodbags (in the form of humans or actual bags) to heal and ensure that they weren't low just in case. Meghan hadn't thought to do so.<br/><br/>Swallowing her pride, she slowly sat up on her own, spending what she could to heal her arm. It was no longer broken, but she wasn't going to waste blood on the bruising. She'd heal that after the fight and once she had more in her.<br/><br/>A ghoul directed her along towards a changing room where she'd have gone over a game plan with her coach (or allies) had she anyone. Tonight it would just be hers truly--<br/><br/>The door was barely closed before it was slammed wide open and the looming figure of her blood brother stood before her.<i>Shit</i>.<br/><br/>Colton was normally devastatingly handsome, but when angry, he was awful--in the original sense of the word.<br/><br/>Zyana stared at him immobile and unblinking. She was clutching her healing arm to her side as blood dripped down her chin from her broken nose. That she healed too just now so that she wouldn't have to sound like a moron during the fight she<i>knew</i>was about to happen.<br/><br/>The ghoul scuttled away in fear at the other vampire's hissed order and Meghan had to wonder if Colton always had just a little Majesty turned on. When he closed the distance between them, she didn't back away. "That was when I was still a fledging, not a legitimate member," she reminded him when he threw his "rules" in her face. "I'm not doing anything illegal," she finished calmly, hoping that her zen might diffuse him a bit.<br/><br/>She bristled slightly at his quip about her badassery (none of which was present at the moment), but refused to bite--this time. She was on edge, sure, but she had a fight to finish and maybe if she won, she<i>would</i>prove herself among her kindred. "I haven't lost yet," Zyana did add, unable to help herself. "And so what,<i>you're</i>here," she pointed out, not sure why that helped. "This is a local Brujah hangout, isn't it? Why is it so implausible for me to participate?" Meghan reasoned, still doing her best to remain calm, though it was proving difficult. She was weak and low on blood and Colton's temperament was edging on her own dangerously close frenzy from such low supplies.