11-18-2015, 09:27 PM
Energy from the crowd buzzed around her like a million little insects drawn to the burning light of the fire. Their faces were rapturous, every gaze upon her; a mixture of awe, surprise, and lust bare on their varied visages. Their combined energies fueled her, pulsing through her veins like a thing alive. Her eyes blazed as they wandered back to Ramses and Nathaniel, the former pleased, the other…she couldn’t discern. Nathaniel’s face was positively blank.
“Send in the next fighter,” Ramses commanded over the din of the crowd. His golden cane glinted in the firelight, scattering glittering lights across the arena.
Violet felt the rush begin to fade as the screech of rusted metal sounded behind her. The energy behind her beat against her back, tiny pebbles of malice pelting her bare flesh. She responded in kind with a flare of her own fiery energy.
“My, my, you smell delicious;” the voice was female, gritty and thick like strong coffee with a busted filter. She doubted sugar would help, even if she dumped all Hell had to offer into her cup. Turning to meet the owner of that syrupy voice, Violet was stunned when her opponent suddenly appeared inches behind her. Breath that smelled like death shivered across her neck, and Violet gasped. She was on the ground before she could decide on the next move, two hard fists to the face spilling their first blood.
Her opponent was not human, that was for sure, but she looked close enough. As naked as Violet, covered head to toe in the same paint as she. Her body was decorated in scars and healing wounds, covered indelicately by black ash. That was all she could glimpse before another hard fist plowed into the side of her cheek, rocking her. Something in her face cracked, and a fresh flourish of pain spread throughout her skull.
“Not much of a challenge, are you, human?” Violet was flipped over onto her stomach, an audible huff of air escaping her lips. “Ramses promised my master a fat reward for your defeat, and my freedom. You can understand how much I want this victory, can’t you, human?”
“Get. Off! Violet growled. The woman clenched her massive hand into her hair and arched her neck back. Violet got an even better look at her opponent, a young woman with amber eyes, and a delicately carved face. She should have been so much weaker than she was, but something within her was far stronger than she let on. Begging her to let go was probably out of the question.
Well, where begging failed, there were always other ways. Violet sank into herself, balling her energy deep within her core. Something within her shifted, began to smolder. Flames of her aura licked at her skin, but where they touched, she only felt the faintest warmth, but for the other woman, smoke emanated from everywhere she touched. It took a few moments for her to realize something was wrong, but it was too late to stop it.
The creature reeled back, an agonizing cry tearing from her mouth. Everywhere that her flesh touched was charred and chipping away. Violet cracked a brief smirk of satisfaction as her aura soaked back into her body and rolled away. Scrambling back to her feet, Violet took her stance. Her feet dug into the dirt, parted just right to give her the leverage she needed. Her hips and shoulders squared as her hands cupped together at her waist. She would blow this creature away, burn her and send her back to whatever circle of Hell she came from.
“Kaaaaaaaaameeee…”
The woman’s screams quieted, her breathing heavy but slowing.
“Haaaaaammeeeeee…”
Violet’s hands pulled back, a ball of bluish white light forming between the palms. It crackled as it began to swell. The stadium fell into an eerie hush, every eye wide in anticipation. They could feel the energy pulling at them, magnetic, hypnotic, towards the glowing figure in the center of the ring. Violet’s eyes flushed, lightning crackling across the milky whiteness.
The other woman tilted her head, curious, and then the revelation fell on her like a typhoon hitting land. “No…no!” She charged towards the former soldier, her eyes blazing with fear, anger and somewhere in there, defeat.
“HAAAA!!!!”
Violet’s palms thrust forward, the ball of energy propelling from them with an audible woosh! and a blinding trail of blue-rimed white light. It hit its target with lethal accuracy, blowing a hole the size of a soccer ball in the woman’s chest. Those beautiful eyes were suddenly gone, burned up as the energy sizzled throughout her body. It hit the dirt with a sickening thud, throwing up a fog of dust that settled upon the desiccated corpse like a funeral shroud.
Her opponent was dead, and Violet felt nothing. Blissful nothingness.
“What’s next, Ramses?”
“Send in the next fighter,” Ramses commanded over the din of the crowd. His golden cane glinted in the firelight, scattering glittering lights across the arena.
Violet felt the rush begin to fade as the screech of rusted metal sounded behind her. The energy behind her beat against her back, tiny pebbles of malice pelting her bare flesh. She responded in kind with a flare of her own fiery energy.
“My, my, you smell delicious;” the voice was female, gritty and thick like strong coffee with a busted filter. She doubted sugar would help, even if she dumped all Hell had to offer into her cup. Turning to meet the owner of that syrupy voice, Violet was stunned when her opponent suddenly appeared inches behind her. Breath that smelled like death shivered across her neck, and Violet gasped. She was on the ground before she could decide on the next move, two hard fists to the face spilling their first blood.
Her opponent was not human, that was for sure, but she looked close enough. As naked as Violet, covered head to toe in the same paint as she. Her body was decorated in scars and healing wounds, covered indelicately by black ash. That was all she could glimpse before another hard fist plowed into the side of her cheek, rocking her. Something in her face cracked, and a fresh flourish of pain spread throughout her skull.
“Not much of a challenge, are you, human?” Violet was flipped over onto her stomach, an audible huff of air escaping her lips. “Ramses promised my master a fat reward for your defeat, and my freedom. You can understand how much I want this victory, can’t you, human?”
“Get. Off! Violet growled. The woman clenched her massive hand into her hair and arched her neck back. Violet got an even better look at her opponent, a young woman with amber eyes, and a delicately carved face. She should have been so much weaker than she was, but something within her was far stronger than she let on. Begging her to let go was probably out of the question.
Well, where begging failed, there were always other ways. Violet sank into herself, balling her energy deep within her core. Something within her shifted, began to smolder. Flames of her aura licked at her skin, but where they touched, she only felt the faintest warmth, but for the other woman, smoke emanated from everywhere she touched. It took a few moments for her to realize something was wrong, but it was too late to stop it.
The creature reeled back, an agonizing cry tearing from her mouth. Everywhere that her flesh touched was charred and chipping away. Violet cracked a brief smirk of satisfaction as her aura soaked back into her body and rolled away. Scrambling back to her feet, Violet took her stance. Her feet dug into the dirt, parted just right to give her the leverage she needed. Her hips and shoulders squared as her hands cupped together at her waist. She would blow this creature away, burn her and send her back to whatever circle of Hell she came from.
“Kaaaaaaaaameeee…”
The woman’s screams quieted, her breathing heavy but slowing.
“Haaaaaammeeeeee…”
Violet’s hands pulled back, a ball of bluish white light forming between the palms. It crackled as it began to swell. The stadium fell into an eerie hush, every eye wide in anticipation. They could feel the energy pulling at them, magnetic, hypnotic, towards the glowing figure in the center of the ring. Violet’s eyes flushed, lightning crackling across the milky whiteness.
The other woman tilted her head, curious, and then the revelation fell on her like a typhoon hitting land. “No…no!” She charged towards the former soldier, her eyes blazing with fear, anger and somewhere in there, defeat.
“HAAAA!!!!”
Violet’s palms thrust forward, the ball of energy propelling from them with an audible woosh! and a blinding trail of blue-rimed white light. It hit its target with lethal accuracy, blowing a hole the size of a soccer ball in the woman’s chest. Those beautiful eyes were suddenly gone, burned up as the energy sizzled throughout her body. It hit the dirt with a sickening thud, throwing up a fog of dust that settled upon the desiccated corpse like a funeral shroud.
Her opponent was dead, and Violet felt nothing. Blissful nothingness.
“What’s next, Ramses?”
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