Maya's body jerked back. His leg swept over her face in a silent howl, barely ruffling her hair. She heaved as she jumped back. Her muscles choked of exertion. The faint littering of dust in the air continued to swirl around them. She swept a ragged hand over her face. Sweat tumbled down her pale brows.
"I thought you were the best of the best," her opponent snickered. His eyes met her leveled ones. The cold dirty brown that swirled in those orbs. "We can end this now before the real torture starts, just say- "
"It wouldn't be much of a fight if I ran away, now would it?" Her muscles sucked on the air they had been given. She smirked when she noticed the scowl on his face. Her chest continued to buzz with pain. They both crouched down, their bare feet dancing against the surrounding sand. The heat of it prickled their soles like a friend.
The white tunic that cloaked them stuck to their unnaturally sweaty bodies. They slowly stepped closer to each other in a strong concession of hand movements that spoke to the art of their trade.
Soon his fist came flying towards her. She raised both her hands to block. The sound of his fist connecting to metal ricocheted across the clearing. She buckled under his weight but released soon after a howl of pain. In that moment, she flew seamlessly in the air before her leg dug into his cheek.
The collision sent him toppling back, the birth of pain sending his face ablaze. He steadied his footing in a haze. Puffs of dust whirled up in the air. His senses overrun. He fought of the nausea that arose in his belly. He wobbled uncontrollably before a swift jab made contact with his neck.
His head jerked to the side before a kick plummeted down on his skull. He fell to the ground, merely grasping the tendrils of reality. His hands softened his fall. The beady grains of sands under him shot a sense of feeling back into him.
"We can end this now before the torture starts." She said with a smirk of her own. She ignored gossiping of the crowd that circled the demarcated circle that surrounded them. The boy stood up on unsteady legs, fury evident on his pale features. A darker bruise contrasted with his pale face.
"I'll make sure you regret ever trying a man's sport and go back to where you belong." He rasped angrily, his head still swimming against the jagged pain of her kick.
"You're a man after my own heart." She replied. He burst out of his sullen pose. He haphazardly sprang up at her. She sidestepped his attack. His eyes widened as he almost toppled over the deep line. His toenails dug into the sand, steadying his flailed state. His heart hammered in his chest. His short breaths rolling out of his mouth.
He clawed back at his will before regaining his fight stance. He faced her again. Her green eyes held a vigor that asked for violence. Her smaller frame notoriously deceived of the real power beneath that body.
"I thought it would've all ended by now." He gritted his teeth at the sentence.
"You deserve to- "
"Less talk more fight," she sprung into action. Adrenaline shot through her. She jumped and aimed a kick at his rib cage. He dodged the fluid motion. Time seemed to slow as his body slid under hers. He caught her with his muscled arms in mid air. She thrashed around looking for a way to get out. Her heart hammered in her chest.
His hands dug into the skin of her neck. Her veins constricted at the tightening hands that hovered over them. Her hands scratched against her opponents grid lock. Saliva sputtered from her mouth. Her vision wavered. Dots encased her view.
"Do you surrender?" a voice filled with unease asked, a step away from the action. Her throat clogged. Her urgency increased as she thrashed about. In a desperate haste, she bit his exposed flesh. A yelp of surprise left his lips before she crumpled to the floor. She rolled out of harm's reach before tending to the spot around her neck. Her skin tinged with redness and her parched throat cried in pain. Yet, it all filled her with an enjoyment that knew no bounds.
She saw him run towards her. She ducked under his obvious blow. Her chest heaved with exhaustion. Her muscles more constrained yet the burn warmed her sense of self. She tried to talk but her scratchy throat threw out the chance. He grabbed her by the fistfuls of her tunic suddenly. On instinct, she twisted before slamming her fist into his jaw. He released her and staggered back in pain, another reddish bruise forming.
Her blonde curls stuck to her sweaty face haphazardly, her appearance unbecoming of a woman. The familiar weight of the metals that rattled against her sore limbs slowed her. She reached for the trinket that hung around her neck. A soft and melodious hum from a distant memory sang to her. Energy seeped through her system. Seeing through the rugged attack, she dashed to the side. All distant sounds fading to nothingness. Their legs wore away the sand as they both came at each other in a flurry of precise attacks. She noticed his continual avoidance of using his left leg.
Weakness. She ducked under a weighty kick. The shin of sweat slithered past his leg. She slammed her full weight into his limb. Surprise overtook his features before pain rang through the threaded muscles of his leg.
They both fell back to the sand. Dust puffed up. She expertly locked his leg around hers before tilting away from his body. A scream erupted from him. She used all the strength she had to tighten the hold over his leg.
"Do you surrender?" a voice asked, clouding over it. She soon released her hold when her legs became numb. She immediately pushed herself to where his head lazily lay. His face paled even more. She lifted his upper half with a grunt.
She immediately locked her arms around his neck. Series of erratic coughs escaped his throat as his arms thrashed around. The cuffs of her rings dug into his adams apple. Through his coughs and sputtering of blood, he said two words.
"I... surr..ende..r." His head simultaneously landed back on the sand. His eyes closed, his body falling into unconsciousness. The residing official blew through a horn signaling the end of the match. Maya felt the blood rush back to her cold arms. Someone yanked up her arm. Pain roared through her tight muscles. The residing official pointed towards her.
"Maya has won the match and as such would represent this isle in the wrangling category. "
Hello people. I think this wasn't as good as I would have wanted. I wrote most this chapters weeks ago so I am simply editing. Anyway, I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this. How was the chapter? Do you like Maya?