Hunter: Cursed

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Again."

"You said-"  I started to argue.

"Again."

Cain was pissed. No, that was an understatement. He was super pissed, and apparently at me since I was the only one being subjected to this torture. I dared a look around us, and saw Zane intently watching. His forehead was wrinkled with a frown as he rested his chin on his hand; his arms crossed over his chest defensively. If he was contemplating the right time to step in, now would be it.

Then again, if he pulled out a notebook and started to write things done, I wouldn't be surprised either. The pair had really started to buddy up, a strange kind of bromance made in even stranger circumstances since apparently one wanted to kill the other. It wasn't going to end well.

"Fuck you." I got up off the dirt, and heard the few gasps from the others around us. Apparently talking back to the god training us all was a bad idea and something they couldn't believe I'd do.

Maybe they were onto something, because he barely let me get a good grip on my weapon before he was at me again. The sword was knocked from my hands with the first blow and as his lightsaber - which essentially it was since the blade was a beam of light, that stung like an electric shock if it hit you - barely missed my arm as he swung again.

"Focus, Elise."

"I'll give you focus Elise!" I snapped under my breath, though I was actually focused on each swipe of his weapon that I was barely managing to stay away from.

Today's lesson was apparently based around one on one combat. This morning he'd pulled randoms aside and once he'd gathered a decent sized group of us, we entered a portal to the arena where I had earned back Sobek's sword. We started out working together as a 'warm up' and it was Zane who took out the holographic dragon Cain had set upon us.

Of course we all thought it was a real, fire breathing beast with teeth that could easily crush us, until Zane managed to set up a shot that beheaded it and the thing flickered and disappeared. Now Cain seemed intent on simply kicking my ass.

The worst part was, the bastard had hardly even broken a sweat, while I looked like I'd just fifty rounds of a challenge on the Biggest Loser. I really need to stop watching so much TV, it was Alfie's fault and-

"Focus!" Cain roared.

I'd had enough. Rolling out of the way, I went on the offense and made a run to get away from him. Of course he just thought himself back into my path, but really, he shouldn't have been so obvious and the second I sensed him moving, I stopped mid stride and pulled out the small yet very sharp switchblade I had in my pocket. Unlike last time I planned on pulling a knife on him, this one was released easily and as he reappeared, I managed a smile right before I rammed it into his shoulder. Instantly he dropped his beam of hell, probably more so out of the shock of the moment than anything else and I picked it up - pressing the button to turn it on and pointed it at his chest. The crowd began to whisper, excited and nervous at the turn of events. I'd happily give them the show they wanted.

Ignoring the fact my arm was now trembling out of pure exhaustion and sweat stung my eyes and ran down my back in a really uncomfortable way, plus the fact I wasn't really breathing, but panting - I'd won. I'd done the rounds with the big guy, and I'd won.

"Well done, bet you feel pretty happy with yourself now?" He didn't sound impressed, pulling out the blade and simply dropping it at his side. Cain rolled his shoulder, and the wound, if one had been received, would already be healed. "It took you, how long to get this close to beating me?"

Seeing the red, sore skin on my arm from an early round where he did get a hit on me, all the other marks and would be bruises began to scream for attention too. I was sore and payback is a bitch. "What ever."