Chapter 120
Lavana reached the venue and sat back in her seat, legs crossed while eating popcorn.
The performance by the ‘Excellia’ troupe was terrific, and when they were done, she rose and applauded them, just like several others in the audience. Soon it was time for the battles to begin. The first match was between Wild Fangs and Storm Riders. Both packs’ contenders were tall, burly males who had short black hair. Many started betting on who would win among them. At the beating of a war drum, the two jumped into the ring and lunged at each other, their claws extended, and their canines elongated into fangs. This was a fight to the death, and unlike yesterday, there would be no clemency. Today’s events were not something that those under 16 were allowed to watch.
Soon the chains around the ring were broken, and the fighter of Wild Fang’s pack, Zayden Will, got thrown out of the ring. There were several bloody slashes of claws on his body. Gritting his teeth, he rose, transformed into his grey wolf form, and got back into the ring quickly.
The opponent, Hilian Gates, also shifted into a red wolf. The ring was not enough space for them, so they fought on the field instead, inflicting severe wounds on each other. The grey wolf bit hard on his opponent’s neck before rising. This was a fatal move, and it could kill in seconds.
Surprisingly, the red wolf rose, shook his body and then howled before pouncing at the grey wolf, his attacks even fiercer than before.
“I guess he rubbed that liquid on his neck beforehand,” said Rolandro to his buddy.
“It’s something rare, and only the wiz bloods make it. How did they get their hands on one?” Mel questioned.
“Seems they’ve got a backer. Although both clans are not friendly to each other, it doesn’t mean there can’t be confidential deals made between members of both clans. Well, this liquid saved his life, and it can’t be counted as cheating as one needs to protect himself on normal days.” replied Rolandro as they observed the fight intensify.
10 minutes later.
Both were now in human form, and Zayden’s arm had been cut off when he was in wolf form, so now, in human form, he had no right hand. Yet, he still dared Hillian to come at him with eyes of resolution.
“You really don’t know what’s good for you,” Hillian said before lunging at him, soon raising him up by the neck. “Admit defeat?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Never! Wild Fangs are not scared of death. We giggle at death.” Zayden tried to laugh but ended up choking.
“Why aren’t you laughing? Why choke? Isn’t this contradicting what you said earlier?” Hillian mocked.
Zayden harrumphed and tried to get free using his left hand, to no avail. Hillian threw him into the ring and jumped into it, landing on Zayden’s gut. He spat out blood from the impact of his opponent’s landing.
“Admit defeat?” Hillian asked again.
Zayden shook his head. “Never!”
“Fine then.” Hillian looked at the anxious members of Wild Fangs pack. According to the rules, no one can interfere in that match and members of the packs of the chosen fighters are to remain silent, no matter what happens.
“Don’t blame me,” Hillian said, obviously to Zayden’s pack members, before raising him by his right foot. He started hitting him to the hard floor of the ring but not once did Zayden pass out. Instead, he laughed and rained curses on his opponent. Maddened, Hillian throw him to the floor one last time and landed a heavy kick at his neck. Then he picked him up and threw him over to where his pack members were. “Here’s your corpse,” he said with his chest heaving.
The members of Zayden’s pack caught their dead member and left the area, wearing faces of despair and bitterness.
Alpha Francis ascended the platform, wearing a smirk. “That was a good performance from them both. Storm Riders’ fighter proved to never back down and took down his opponent with a storm. Nice job, Hillian.” he gave a thumbs up to the fighter who was struggling to stand.
Hillian weakly waved at the Alpha before sitting on the ring, exhaling hard. Two men wearing grey suits came over and got him out of the ring for treatment.
Then Alpha Francis continued, “Unfortunately, Wild Fangs pack is one member less as their fighter wasn’t strong enough. My condolences. Thankfully, this pack still has two more chances to compete in the future grand triennial contests. Who knows, an Alpha could emerge from them? Wild Fangs, I have this advice for you. Let this be a lesson to you, and train harder. Do not slack off if you don’t want to end up disbanding and your efforts get brought to nothing.”
While he spoke, the ring was being cleaned up quickly by several assigned staff. Soon, it was sparkly and dry.
The blood on the field was also taken care of. Now it looked as it was before the battle.
“Alright, the first match’s over. Now, let’s proceed to the second, and welcome Legend Giovanni of Erion Pack and Zehelina Mockridge of Blood Star Pack.”
As he said this, a tall, muscular man possessing coffee-coloured hair headed to the field wearing black shorts, with conceit written on his face. He was convinced that this battle would be a piece of cake. This lady lost to him in swimming two days ago, which was Elimination Day.
Now the two of them were going to battle in the ring. Yesterday, he was shocked by the red-haired lady’s prowess at subduing her opponents. He prayed he would not meet her on the ring and ta-dah! His prayers were answered and the heavens even sent him this loser for him to beat. How much better could this be?
He planned to traumatize this lady and make her become a shadow of herself, for because of her, her pack which has the most potential to produce a new Alpha will lose and worse still, disband. Hehe!
Alpha Francis gave some comments before exiting the platform. Erion pack’s fighter got into the ring first and started stretching his body, cracking his bones in gameness. Zehelina, on the other hand, looked apprehensive.
Earlier during the selection, she was praying that Lavana, or even her mate would get chosen, and then their pack would be saved from disbanding. But the pebble thrown by the Storm Rider’s member hit her, and this couldn’t be changed. She unexpectedly carried the pack’s fate on her back. This was the first time attending and participating in a triennial contest and the pack had this last chance. She felt like breaking down right there and then for the person she was to fight was the one who beat her in the swimming race 2 days ago.
She looked towards her pack members and saw that they were giving her thumbs up, while wearing bright smiles, to encourage her.
“You can do it, girl. Go beat that man till he hollers for his Mama. And if he tries to kill you, pay him back in kind.” she heard Lavana’s words of encouragement through mind-link. She was stunned.
She thought there was something placed somewhere in the venue that prevented others from mind-linking those on the ring. How did Lavana get past it? Gosh, Lavie’s amazing!
“Don’t worry, hun. I’m rooting for you! Fighting, Zehelina!”
Hearing these words from her friend, she cast away her uneasiness and got on the ring, now looking very eager to fight him.
Seeing this, Legend looked amused. What’s the use of trying to look confident? As long as she’s not that lady of yesterday, she was doomed to fail without any doubt. Unlike yesterday when there were 2 fighters, this one is much more cruel. If you lose, your pack loses for good. Hehe!
“So you’re that eager to lose to me again?” he asked with arms folded.
Zehelina did not reply. Instead, she smoothened her transparent, short black skirt which had black bum shorts underneath, and arranged her red sports bra.
At the beating of the drum, both erupted into battle cries, their canines elongated into fangs and their fingernails turned into claws as they ran towards each other.
3 minutes later,
Zehelina who had been fierce in all attacks threw Legend out of the ring and also jumped out of it.
The tired Legend rose up, angry from the embarrassment of being the first one to be thrown out of the ring. “I will kill you b*tch!” he cussed before transforming into an indigo-coloured wolf with dark gold eyes. He growled before pouncing on Zehelina who showed no intention of shifting.
She fought him in human form, eventually overpowering him after receiving several bloody scratches from him. She held his mouth and started opening it as wide as she could, gritting her teeth.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
The wolf struggled hard to get free of her gasp but could not. He could only helplessly let her tear his mouth wide. Then she rose to toss him a bit further away from her. He weakly transformed back to human, and all could see the ghastly sight of his torn mouth that had blood on it. He tried to rise but his efforts proved abortive,.
“I admit defeat,” he whispered before collapsing to the ground unconscious.
Seeing this, members of Bloodstar jubilated along with others who were happy at Zehelina’s success. Those who had bet In her favour were overjoyed, knowing how much they’d won.
Zehelina’s chest heaved as she looked at those cheering. She smiled at Lavana who gave her two thumbs up.
“I did it,” Zehelina said in her mind.
“Yes, you did it, girl. You beat him without full transformation. And you were brutal yet kind. Well done.” Evelyna, her wolf spirit commended.
“Thank you, Eve,” Zehelina said to her wolf.
She was led out of the field by two beautiful women dressed in red and white striped short gowns and barefooted.
The assigned staff came again and started cleaning up the field and ring until it looked satisfactory.