Basically, Peter and you are the explosive couple of the whole team. A couple, but not friends, or lovers, but much worse. You are rivals. In everything.

Whenever Peter is asked anything about you, his face twists and you can't hear anything good about you from him because he can't stand you.

Individually you are both strong competitors, outstanding dauntless, but when you are put together it is just some kind of show.

He recognized your authority, strength, intelligence, but he could not come to terms with the fact that he shared his primacy with you.

It's a little easier with you. You're indifferent to his antics, you ignore him once in a while, but, like him, you won't fail in a business in which you're number one. Especially if he wins at that.

Now you both stand at a decent distance from each other, recovering from the fight, as Eric once again put you against each other in a small arena, where an impressive number of willing spectators gathered, who knew about all the squabbles between you and Peter. And practically everyone in the faction knew about it.

You both had nosebleeds, but Peter got it a little harder from you: he also had ice applied to his forehead, since you had given him a slight concussion. And now, when you, leaning your palms on your knees, hunched over against the wall, looked up at him from under your brows, you ran into Peter's return gaze, who was already boring into you with his eyes. He did not hide all his hatred for you at that moment. He just sat against the stone wall opposite, breathing slowly, holding an ice pack on his forehead and incinerating you with his eyes.