Book One: Schwarzer Wolf

Chapter 23: Breakout

-2015, September 9th-

(Levi POV)

The time had come, for the arena to be filled with screams and cheers as the strongest would beat down for the title. My first opponent? USS Bristol. 

I stepped into the arena, or really the court. It was one, long, somewhat wide, rectangular orange shape with raised ceiling on the front and back walls. It reminded me not of my home arena, but the one that was in the UK. I took my position on one end and Bristol took hers on the other. I smiled, knowing this would be an easy fight.

I noticed there were 5 other arenas, each being 20 feet apart. I saw Wisconsin formed up in front of an opponent, Preussen as well. I turned back to Bristol when I heard a whistle. The referee had positioned himself between us, looking at us twice before stepping back to the side. I took my stance, holding my blade forward and smirking.

“3….2….1….Go!”

And we were off. I rushed her, intensely swinging with speed. She fell back and sat there, frozen in fear. I swung my sword, then stopped it barely an inch from her throat.

“Check.”

“Match end! Battleship Leviathan Rex wins.”

I put my blade away and sat down on the other end, watching the fight between Wisconsin and Alabama. It was unusual. One used a scythe while the other used an ice pick. I noticed a med team with a weird tube thing were nearby. 

What’re they doing here…and what the hell is that thing

The battle lasted a good few minutes, neither side faltering. Until Alabama was tricked into lowering her guard momentarily. That’s when she struck. Wisconsin took a single step forward, slammed the pick straight into Alabama’s lower jaw, curved the pick to poke out of her mouth, then pulled it forward with force. Alabama’s entire lower jaw was ripped straight off of her head, her tongue being split in two when the other pulled. 

She fell back, dropping her scythe and trying to do something about the now extreme bleeding. But Wisconsin didn’t care about what she did. Instead, she wanted more. She flicked the pick to the side, the jaw falling to the side. She then took two steps and swung, embedding the ice pick into Alabama’s throat. She then ripped it out to the side, cutting a massive gash into her throat. Alabama fell back after that, either dead on the spot or dying very quickly.

I heard the ref say something and the med team ran over, picking up Alabama and putting her into the tube before vanishing through a pair of doors. Wisconsin licked her pick, seemingly satisfied with her murder. I wanted to say something, but a new person caught my eye.

I turned to look and saw none other than New Mexico. Tan skin, white uniform, blue eyes. She was the perfect prey to murder. She seemed to stare at me, analzying me. I smirked and struck a pose, then went to my spot. She held her blade close as the ref stepped into the court. He looked between us twice, stepped back, and cleared his throat. Then he spoke.

“You may fight when rea-”

New Mexico rushed me, swinging at my neck. I almost didn’t duck in time. She took a different grip on her blade and thrusted towards my chest. I bent my body and dodged, punching the side of her head. I put possibly too much as she flew across the court, landing a few feet from the edge. She didn’t get up.

I walked over, nervous I had done something wrong. When I say her face. One of pure rage. Her motions were a blur. I found myself on the other side of the arena, my jaw hurting and feeling as if it had been broken. I was slow to get up, checking behind me. That’s when I felt it. The ultimate pain.