" Good job, both of you" captain Reed clapped, "…. Brittany, Darcy, you two are up", he added.
The duo picked their weapons and manned their battle spaces as the logger headed princes found their way back to the bench to rest.
"Alright, are you ready?" Captain Reed asked. Earning a nod from both parties," You can begin" He declared.
Brittany's back tensed as her gaze met Darcy's predatory glare. Darcy is one of her sisters who will always detest her, no matter what she does.
Darcy charged like a ravenous tigress and slashed her sword across Brittany's face.
Clang! Their swords collided, overpowered by Darcy's strength, Brittany was knocked to the ground with a kick in her stomach.
" Ha! Too slow, pipsqueak," Darcy mocked, fiddling with her sword, her black hair dancing with the wind.
" Don't you know what you are? A useless, pathetic human. I always feel sick deep in my stomach every time I see your stupid face" She added with an insincere smile, her hands on her knees.
The princes grimaced when they heard her.
With a tighter hold on her sword's helve, Brittany stood up with a frown and took a good position. She appeared to be fighting to remain conscious or, more accurately… sane.
With a sneer, Darcy lunged forward, causing their swords to clash once more, but this time, sparks flew.
" Pfft!" Darcy scoffed and rolled her eyes, she raised her leg to give a roundhouse kick that was evaded swiftly. Brittany jumped and delivered a kick that left a painful impact on Darcy's side and this angered her.
" You b*tch, how dare you?!" Darcy flared up and began to unleash a torrent of attacks on Brittany, chanting spells and fighting simultaneously.
" Ugh!" Brittany rolled on the floor.
Panting, she rose with the aid of her sword, shaking her head.
" Why do I feel… strange?" the thought lingered on her mind.
" Tsk! Just as worthless, such a frail human and you will always be w…," Darcy started, but before she could finish, her body crashed into a tree far from the field, leaving the onlookers stunned, with bulging eyes.
A sudden chill descended and ran down their spines.
With her head lowered and the sword in her hand, the bone-chilling aura oozing for her being made one feel as though devil had just emerged from hell.
The entire field was clouded with bloodthirstiness that it triggered their danger instincts instantly.
It was as if Brittany had suddenly become possessed by some god of death as she stood there, watching its victim like a famished predator.
" B*tch! You f*cking b*tch!" Darcy cursed, taking deep breaths as she rose. In a second, she moved nimbly towards Brittany, her green eyes unweaving on the person, who didn't move an inch.
With a devilish smirk on her face, Brittany watched as Darcy foolishly attacked her.
Clang! Pow! Pow! Pow.
Clash of steel and heavy blows resounded in the air, and Darcy was yet again… like a ripped kite, sent crashing into the same tree.
The onlookers let out an astonished gasp. What is happening? Every one of them knew Brittany wasn't a match for Darcy but here she was, beating the pride out of her.
She fought with such finesse and intensity that Darcy had no space to defend herself. What came over her to have her fight like this? Is this even Brittany?