NightHare

Year 8/9 & Attack (4.2)

After treating Lexi, Saxa passed her necklace over for safekeeping. Then, she left her belt bag on the bench.

She jogged to the field before she was called. Saxa stretched in her spot as she waited for the match to begin.

Gwyneth stared at Saxa for a moment, a bit lost for words.

Then, she turned to the bench and beckoned Moran.

Knowing what to do, he slicked over and passed his stuff to her. He strolled to his spot with a bow in hand, a quiver behind, and a dagger on his waist.

"Ready?" asked Gwyneth. After receiving confirmation from both sides, she started the match.

Moran grabbed an arrow, raised his bow, and fired arrows in quick succession. They flew to Saxa, pelting her in waves.

From the sidelines, Lexi admired his technique and accuracy. Unlike her, he didn't need to aim but was confident with his shots. That must've taken years.

Saxa sprinted towards him, dodging the waves and slicing the ones she couldn't dodge.

As she approached, he backed up and ran around the field. He shot while moving, pushing her back and increasing the pressure.

They circled each other. A few of his arrows hit their mark, piercing her scales. They slowly wore Saxa down, pushing her back.

Despite the disadvantage, she held steady and braced herself against the attacks.

Why? Because he was running out, and she knew that.

After Moran fired the last arrow, a grin graced her face. Saxa quickly kicked into the dirt and propelled herself towards him.

Since he was out, Lexi thought he would let go of his bow, but he didn't.

Instead, Moran picked up fallen arrows as he ran and fired those.

Since he wasn't rapidly firing them, Saxa charged forward, deciding to forgo all defense.

She rushed through the scattering, gashes on her scales and blood dripping down her side.

Lexi gasped in fear as she watched the fight. If this continued, someone might die.

She turned towards Priestess Gwyneth and observed her expression. She was calmly watching and saw no problem. Since the instructor wasn't going to stop the match, everything was probably under control.

When Saxa was in front of him, Moran tossed his bow to the side, grabbing his dagger.

He blocked her right slash, but her left one made contact.

She stabbed his abdomen and blood gushed from the wound.

Clutching his side, he kicked her stomach and pushed her back.

Her tail swung around, bashing into his wound. When it recoiled, blood coated her scales.

Drip, Drip. It slid down her tail, dripping on the ground and mixing with the dirt.

With an insane grin, Saxa rushed forward, fully immersed in the battle.

As she charged forward, Moran turned to the side. He used her momentum to push her forward and pin her face down.

While Saxa struggled against his weight, he kicked both her daggers away, successfully disarming her.

A whistle. "Saxa is unarmed. Moran wins,"

Everyone let out a breath of relief. Thank God. The fight was bloody and intense, with enough pressure to kill someone.

But it showed the difference between them and the importance of experience. Even with extraordinary natural talent, Saxa lost to someone who fought while protecting their life.