Prince and the outsider

Chapter 5

Serafina's POV

I woke up this morning really angry. Why? I simply didn't want to get out of bed, but I have to. Today I am supposed to cage fight. The feast is this week, so more werewolves bet on you, means more money. As longs as you win. I will consider trying without trying to win today, so I get a bit more cash.

Slowly I got out of bed and went to the broken, almost not working shower to get a good start to my day. Afterwards got dressed and started to prepare my breakfast. It consisted of fried eggs and a toast. Bland, nothing special. It is quite tasteless, but it is food. Within finishing breakfast, I already was thinking and going out to the cage fighting arena.

The streets were full. It was hard to walk past them. I reached the arena and went to get dressed to my fighting outfit. Then went to the main area where all fighters were waiting for their turn to fight. The combats started not too long ago, like fifteen minutes ago to be exact. My turn will be later in the morning. I had plenty of time, but I had to be here and watch the other fight. This way we can analyze who will we fight against and learn how to win. But the time flew fast and my turn came. I had to fight a pretty strong one, but he is rather a smarter one than stronger, however I am the opposite of him.

I walked inside the cage. My opponent also got in. he was tall, like he almost over towered me completely, not saying I am short or anything, I am average height, he is just abnormally tall. At least I'll have an advantage of being quicker than him. The sound of a ring was heard and the start of the fight was announced. I had to win this one, I told myself. This mindset will keep me having enough motivation to fight, no matter what. Even the opponent seemed to be also in the mood of winning. Well see about that.

Without much thinking the guy ran up to me and first punched me in the face, tried to, but I was quick to react and dodged it. My turn was to punch him, so I used the momentum to tackle his legs so he got knocked to the ground and I tried to punch him in the guts from there. Was not that successful as I wanted it to be. He dodged many of my punches. With a strong force he grabbed me by the collar of the shirt I was wearing and by using his feet he threw me to the other side of the cage and I hit the cage's metal bars pretty hard. He got up. I was on the floor and I got dizzy a bit. I did not think of giving up, so I slowly got up on my feet. The other fighter smirked at me. He really thought I will give up.

Then I got near him and we stood and faced each other. He was caught off guard when I jumped at him, literally and punched him straight into his face. A bit of blood was drawn from the blow. He had to collect himself and realize what really happened. I know I got him really angry. As his anger took over him, he began fighting me like a maniac, animal I would say that fits better. He was less cautions, like they always do when they are angry, even I do it too. Even if he fought like crazy, his punches were not as effective. So, I had a pretty big chance at winning. He tired himself out and was very tired, so I used it to my advantage and putted him to the ground until he gave up on trying to get up on his feet. I won the first round.

After a few minutes break we had the second round. For this round I had a bit of a plan. I wanted to use the cage as it was wrapped in a fence all around. Some thoughts had already occurred. I may win this way. Without further waiting the match was started by the guy aggressively throwing fists my way, I dodge most of them, they were fairly fast. But I also began my own plan. I jumped into the air as high as I could and I held onto the cage's ceiling. The other fighter noticed me doing it and tried to punch, remove me, but I folded my legs in between his neck. Tried to make for him harder to breath. It worked and I removed my legs from his next and I dropped to the floor. he tried to catch his breath and I used it to punching really, really hard. He dropped to the ground. And he never got up, so I was declared the winner. The crowd screamed for me. I got back to the main room. The other fighters congratulated on my win.

After that I went to take a shower in the locker room. The quick healing helped a lot. I still have to heal a few other wounds, but they were not serious, so medical help was unnecessary. Then I just got back to the main room and watched a couple more matches. I will not be fighting today, which I was glad. I might go to the feast and enjoy it. Throughout the week I did not go to the main street and center to see the entire celebration, but as it is almost over I decided it was perfect time. And I also will not go tomorrow, I'll be too lazy to do it. But before going out of the arena, I went to get my money. Afterwards went outside.

Once in the streets I went to find something to eat. I was very hungry. I looked throughout the stalls and chose some a plate to go chicken soup, it was very expensive for me, but I told myself this was a treat for the win of the fighting and because it is the feast. Then I walked back home, I really wanted to get home.

But when I was about to open the front door of the building, my landlord appeared. She was an older lady, not elderly enough, but I never really liked her. She always seems to be angry or something, not a good vibe from her. First, she asked me if I live in the building, I told her that I did, as it was the truth and then she told me to be careful as there are bandits going around and they apparently steal or burn the buildings. I never heard of this, so I did not really get the information stuck in my head, I was thankful when the landlord let me go, I went to my apartment.

Inside the apartment I put the food on the table and sat down to eat it, while watching the tv. I will say we don't get news on the tv, so in that case the tv is just for fun and not very useful. And mostly that mine is barely even working. But the food was great. Eating it made me very upset about my own cooking skills. Well I never had a mother or a mother figure to teach me how to cook and I know how to only because I did it and tried many times.

The sun began to go down. I was still watching the tv for the rest of the evening.