She Gyod

~4

"Somebody please feed the king a pizza with broccoli that has maggots as garnishing." I grumbled to myself. I was in a state of shock. I mean, I had just been informed of my impending doom. I was so caught up in my predicament that I didn't even find out that the fight had ended until the gates to my cell opened and I saw the beast that the previous girl was fighting dissolve into particles.

I didn't miss its bloody snout.

Hopping off the chair, I walked towards the open ground and to where the ground was being cleaned from the gore of the previous fight. My boots kicked something and I looked down.

Was that a liver? Or the stomach?

No time to think. Kicking the organ towards the cleaners, I tried to distract myself from the possibility that I might be mauled to death like the girl whose organ I just kicked. The cleaners quickly picked up the organ which I had just kicked towards them and arranged it on a type of stretcher, fitting it into place in the human outline that was drawn on the stretcher, next to a bunch of organs that they managed to salvage, including a head. Looking away before I lost my last meal, I looked at the next most interesting thing, the ground. Only when the cleaners hurriedly ran out of the arena to place the stretcher somewhere where nature could make quick work of them then did I look up.

Must have been the stomach. Hey, I did study basic human anatomy so I know what organ that was.

I watched as the air in front of me burst into purple and blue particles only to have the weapon choices I could have for this fight materialize among the particles. To the spectators, it must have looked like magic for I could heard audible gasps coming from the stands.

For me however, not so much.

We only had those fancy ways of making the weapon choices known when it was the final fights. For the other fights, it would just come out from two slots in the walls of the cells where the fighters will choose their choice of weapon before going into the fight.

I grabbed the sword, I had never been one for long-range anyway. Ignoring the bow and arrow that still floated in mid air, I walked to the centre of the ground and held my sword out in a fighting stance. I knew that the sword and bow had disappeared when I heard the audible gasps from the crowd again.

I felt like crying and rolling my eyes at the same time. Did they not care that one of their own kind was going to be killed right in front of their eyes?

I was momentarily distracted as I heard the gates being risen and when I saw a pair of red orbs staring at me. Stepping into the open, the black wolf regarded me as I it. It was incredibly huge, definitely been injected with some kind of chemical to make it grow to such an intimidating and abnormal size. This years theme beast is a werewolf that I am up against, and I really hoped that I could make it out alive, though I knew my chances were slim, next to nothing, really.

The wolf growled at me, and my stomach growled in response. "What a fitting sound for the occasion" I thought dryly to myself.

The wolf lunged at me, claws grabbing at my throat and I barely rolled out of the way in time, sword grasped tightly in my hold.

"No time to think, Act or Die..." The wolf growled again, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in fear, clearly irritated that its claws had missed its supposed target.

It lunged again, and this time I raised my sword and swiped at its neck before quickly rolling away.

"Tuck and roll, tuck and roll..."

It turned to face my again, snapping its jaws, agitated that my sword had found its target and his claws hadn't.

This time, it was smart and didn't directly come for me. Instead it hopped from side to side at an inhuman speed, leaving me confused as to where it was going to strike from. It was a blur as the wolf came towards me, I screamed and leaped towards the side. I wasn't fast enough for its claws created a deep gash in my thigh and blood came pouring out.

Staggering to my feet, I looked up again to see that the wound I have created had already become a faint gash, it was hardly noticeable. I was sure I saw the corners of the wolf's mouth quirk up into a wolfish smirk. He knew that I was going to tire out easier this way and he knew the advantage he had against me in the strength, stamina and size departments.

But I triumphed against him in skills, intelligence and impulse.

"Don't die, don't die"

Staggering to my feet, the sword suddenly seemed a lot heavier. I watched as the wolf lunged again, and as I watched I knew that the results of the fight may have seemed painfully obvious to the crowd.

But I knew better.

This time as the wolf came leaping towards me, it claws outstretched, I raised my sword... and swiped.

Well, more like swiped one paw clean off.

The wolf howled in pain as it struggled in pain to walk and as the stump where its paw was came crashing towards the ground, making the wolf howl louder in pain as the sand entered its wound.

Werewolves may heal fast, but that didn't make them any more immune to pain than a human could feel.

I acted fast, but the wolf turned its deadly glare onto me, the kind of glare that would have melted any normal human's knees. But I was no normal human, I was a Gyodanian.

Turning my gaze I too focused on the wolf, and I did not miss the fact that the stump was barely bleeding now. I had to act fast.

Forcing a smirk onto my face, I taunted the wolf to come at me. Crouching down, I reached my hands towards my boots, bloody sword in the other hand. But before I had time to grab the dagger, the wolf came leaping at me, pinning me to the ground.

I screamed and thrashed wildly under the hold of the wolf, who snapped its jaws wildly at me. Raising the sword to its throat, I tried to force it to back off. But the paw that was still intact was pressing against the hilt of the sword, forcing it to come towards me. My hands were on the blade, where I was originally trying to push the sword towards the wolf, it was now turning its tables on me as I saw the I was trying to push the sword away from my neck as the wolf used its strength to overpower mine and push the sword towards me.

Looking at the sword, I knew it was only a matter of time before the sword ripped my head clean off. It was at that point, where I realised how dumb I was being.

Releasing my hold on the blade, I watched as the blade came flying up... towards the wolf's neck, ripping its neck clean off.

The head of the wolf fell down towards me,unable to resist gravity, and I caught it and held it in my left hand. As the wolf came collapsing down towards me, I forced the sword upright using whatever strength I had left. As the wolf's body came right clean through the sword, I used it to push the wolf off of me.

There was a moment of slience that resonated throughout the crowd, before it became cheers and hollers. Dropping the sword, I used both hands and whatever energy I had left to lift the wolf head high up in the air. This only caused more screams and shuts of delight to ensue.

My wounds in battle momentarily forgotten, I too had a grin of relief on my face.

The people have found their leader in battle, and I have found my place with the Gyods.

I am extremely sorry if you found this chapter cliche, I am not really good at writing fight scenes to the death. Hopefully the next chapters will be less cliche, I promise to try my best!:)

I am doing this at 1am in the night and exams are coming up so just bear with me.

Love y'all anyways<33