The golden

Chapter 1- The Arena

TW: Death, Blood, Blades, Slight mention of Death

Oh btw the picture at the top is a reference to Onyx's blades.

~~ Onyx's POV ~~

      The first thing I remember is Pain, and well fear. I don't remember anything else, just that. I don't know why I still dwell on it, I have more important things to deal with, such as surviving. Which I Should be worried about right now.

     I swung my blades up in an arc intercepting my opponent's spear. This was easy, he was way too slow. I've fought against plenty of opponents like this.

     I studied my combatant as he scrambled away from me. It was a male elf with shoulder length, chocolate brown hair. He was about 6.6, 13 inches taller than me. His eyes were ice-blue with a small ringlet of brown around his pupils. He had pale skin with a small tinge of red. He whore a tunic with barely any armor at all. He had a pair of tan pants underneath, with boots and a cape. He had a dagger strapped to his ankle. I stored that information away, it could be useful later. The expression he gave me was one of fear and well he looked at me like I was a psycho, which wasn't surprising at all. He was extremely afraid of me, you could tell by just glancing at him.

     I pushed my jet-black hair out of my face, this would be over quick. I advanced toward him, using his fear as an advantage. Just as I expected he scrambled backwards away from me. I held my dual blades down out of the way. Once I reached him he lashed out with his spear. I knocked it to the side. His spear didn't miss but barely grazed my shoulder. Don't get me wrong it hurt. It burned. Shit it must have poison on it. I knocked his spear out of his hands.

     He grabbed his dagger and lunged at me. I quickly sheathed my swords and grabbed his wrists. I swung him down to the ground. He tried to crawl away but I unsheathed my swords and put my foot on his back. He stopped and tried to seem like he wasn't a threat. I sighed internally, he just wanted to survive. I let him sit up on to his knees, looking up at The Master looking to see wether I should show mercy or not.

      The elf also looked up at him, I could imagine him looking at The Master with a pleading look. I noticed that I was standing in a small pool of blood. Oops I must have cut him on accident. I shook my head and looked back up at him. Damn ADHD. The Master shook his head slowly signaling for me to kill him.

     "I'm sorry," I told the elf.

     I put my foot on his back and my blades on his neck. I pushed my foot down and pulled my blades up, slicing his neck and severing a main artery. Blood spilled out of his neck. He slumped over into the previous pool of blood splattering it all over me. I sheathed my blades.

      I stepped backward disgust and guilt warring over my facial features. Disgust eventually won. I looked down at my suit in disgust. I looked over at my shoulder. I winced, I needed to treat it. I inspected my suit looking for any damage. Despite the blood on it, it looked ok. My suit was a one piece that was fitted perfectly to my body. It had built in armor in key key areas such as my torso and along my main bloodlines.

      "Once again our glorious champion, Onyx, managed to fail to get herself killed, again," The Master said rising from his seat on his stupid balcony.

     God I just wanted to punch him. I settled for flipping him off. 

     "Stop the shit, dumbass," I spat at him.

      His eyes grew dangerously cold. 

      "The pit, now," he said, his voiced laced with enough venom to kill someone.