When our eyes met

Chapter XI I could die for you

It was late in the evening when Catra and Adora got separated by the voice of one of Catra's maids. The time had come. Thankfully Adora got plenty of rest. Her body felt so heavy at first but light as a feather later. After leaving her princess she put on the armour she once gave her. She didn't have servants or...anyone to bring her any armoury. Her steps were quick towards the ring. She wanted to win. She knew she could do it but the only one she was thinking of was Catra... She was meant to fight for those who cannot. Catra was one of these people she protected days ago even if she was a princess. She had everything; a palace, wealth, maids and servants.. She thought princesses were the lucky ones of life. Everything was easy in their lives but..as it turned out Adora was wrong. The rules, the fact she wasn't able to do what she wanted; to marry who she loved... She wanted to free the feline from that kingdom. To take her back to her home and give her everything. To live peacefully... One hand tightened around the sword... the other one reached to hold the necklace Catra gave to her for luck. It was a good moment for her to have some luck. Deep inside her she was anxious. She was afraid of the possibility of her losing... losing Catra, not the fight..

The gates opened for the two warriors to walk in the ring. The crowd was cheering; some for the blonde knight and some for the other black haired man who just put on his helmet. He then guided up his sword. He stood there still, sword raised as his brown eyes looked down at her smaller form. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, since the other girl was truly shorter.

Adora on the other hand, raised up her sword in the air immediately letting out her magic to transform her into Shera. Her body got stronger, muscular and taller than her usual height. Her eyes glimpsed in a light blue colour as her sword's pointy edge aimed at the man after she bowed slightly to the queen of Brightmoon.

"The battle shall begin" The magenta haired woman spoke as she looked down at the two warriors.

Adora's eyes looked at the woman she loved. She gave her strength and at the same time she glared at how the prince was holding the feline. She was so beautiful. So stunning at the woman's appeal. She didn't have much time to focus on her. With a swift move she pulled herself back so she wouldn't get hurt by the blade of the other. She didn't know what magic power he had or if he didn't have any magic in him. The man made a false attack intended to elicit a response from the blonde one. He made her create an opening for him to attack. He swung his sword to hit the woman on her shield, almost scratching the woman's ribs. She caught herself before she fell. A grunt escaped her lips at the hit but at the same time she took a huge step. She steadily made her sword scratch his thigh. He had a lighter armour, making him an easier target but at the same time making him quicker than the girl. By taking a short step back, she raised her weapon swiftly slashing the air on its way as she aimed to hit his neck.

The man raised the sword quickly to deflect the attack. His arm forced an attack immediately by thrusting against the woman's right shoulder. The one that carried her blade. Her eyes widened in pain. Her lips parted making a sharp grunt escape her throat but she couldn't fall back. Instead she pulled herself away, placing her sword's edge on the sand under her feet and breathed heavily. The man didn't miss a chance. He spun around his sword before delivering his blow on her. It was when the woman made a huge smile appear on her lips. He thought that would make the attack stronger? That was something she had seen plenty of times. Many swordsmen believed that but.. it was so wrong. Mara taught her good back then.

The woman parried the attack. She thrusted her sword back and forced his blade to swing off his hand. A loud moan built in her throat. The wounded shoulder got a really heavy thrust when she blocked his attack and she didn't have the strength to raise up her blade and stab him.

He found that split second to grab his sword again and pin her against the wall since he used only his sword to bring it up to her neck. Her arm was in pain. More pain than she had thought. She was a warrior. She knew she would get hurt, gravely wounded as well since she had fought in wars. That made her able to sustain many wounds without dying or even being so soft as to feel pain with a stab or two. Obviously if she wouldn't get hit on her lungs or organs. The girl growled at the pin. Her back smashed on the wall. Even with the armour on the thrusts were able to cause her slight pain. Her blue orbs looked down at his sword only to see her own blood for a second as he pulled it away and attempted to thrust against her stomach this time. She quickly pulled her sword up. Brought it to the height of her abdomen and held its blade with her left hand, blocking the thrust with a faint pant. Her eyes widened when his sword disappeared into thin air only to reappear on his left hand and stuck her ribs. She felt her breath getting stopped by the hit. The smell of blood mixed with sweat made her realise that he managed to slide the blade through the armour and stabbed her. Her breath cut short for a moment. Her adrenaline forced her to find the strength to raise her foot up and give him a rough kick on his guts, throwing him back to the ground.