A Shattered Life Aug 8, 2011 22:45:28 GMT -5
Post by Sky on Aug 8, 2011 22:45:28 GMT -5
laqueum 21, 1592, Midafternoon
Celestial Arena, Celestial City, Saecula
Max Juliet Sky stepped out onto he arena floor and looked around at the packed arena. She was nervous, over the past few years she had gained the reputation of being impossible to hit. Something about today said otherwise. Why do I feel like I am going to lose this thing? Or at least something will happen? She sighed and looked across the arena at the boy standing there.
His name was Josh, and that's all Max knew other than the fact that he liked fighting with a knife. He looked to stand over six feet tall, towering over her slim five foot five frame. She was a little intimidated by this boy, she had never fought someone who used weapons, usually just a magic user like herself. If he got close she was screwed unless she learned close quarters combat quickly.
The kalahati sighed and sent a slight jolt through her fingers and watched it arch towards the ground. This was the biggest fight for her yet, and if she lost this one she may end up dead.
She heard the bell to start and instantly concentrated her energy into firing off a large stream of lightning, just trying to keep the larger boy as far away as possible. The young kalahati darted to the side, laughing a little as she saw the boy pressed against the ground to dodge the incoming attacks. "And I was worried about fighting you!"
Maybe he isn't as tough as I thought. Max slid to a stop, letting the boy get up if he chose to, and giving him a chance to surrender if he also chose to. She may fight to win, but she knew that stuff like this got boring really fast, and she did not like to have a boring fight.
She frowned as she saw the boy stand up. Maybe he wasn't going to surrender so easily. Max jumped back in surprise when he darted forward and tried to hit her in the stomach, he was a lot faster than she had expected. She jumped back and from side to side, avoiding all of his attacks easily due to her agility and quickness on her feet.
At this rate the fight will be decided on whoever tires first.