"Give it up for Seraphina!"
The crowd cheers, leaving a sickening feeling in my stomach. I saunter into the arena; my hands in the air and a smile on my face.
I do not take a liking to what I do, it was merely forced upon me. It really disgusts me that are making me do this in the first place, as if I am a dog on a leash that can be tamed to it's master. If it were up to me, they would all be dead.
The other side of the arena opened. I gasp in shock at the petite woman being pushed in by force; her filthy, blonde hair hanging around her slender face, her body is small and incredibly frail looking, as if she hadn't eaten in weeks.
I watch in horror as they hand her a small hatchet; this poor woman doesn't stand a chance against me and they know it.
Her pale blue eyes meet mine; they are filled with fear and terror. I would be scared too to go against the best fighter in the place, but why choose her?
As if to answer my question, she screams and leaps at me. I stare at her in shock as she knocks me to the ground; my head bouncing on the hard, dirt floor.
I watch her bring her arms up above her head and instantly roll out of the way. Her hatchet hits the dirt inches from my head.
I kick her off my and she hits the side of the arena with a loud thud. I listen when she screams in agony. The people cheer; their roars ringing through my ears.
The woman recovers quickly; all the fear in her eyes is now replaced with blood lust. She runs at me again and tries to jump but this time I am prepared. Quickly pulling the knife from my boot as she lands on me.
Noticing the knife she pulls it from my hand and throws it behind her. Crap. This sucker is tough.
Her small hands grip my neck tightly; the air leaves my lungs and none is allowed to enter. I can no longer tell whether or not the crowd is booing or cheering. My mind is going numb.
I glance by her side and see the small hatchet. I make myself reach for it, determined not to die this way. Taking it by the hilt, I drive the sharp end into her back.
Her eyes widen and her hands release my neck; I gasp in the air as she falls onto her back. The woman begins to choke; blood flowing from her mouth. Her gaze meets mine; her eyes no longer crazed and angry.
"T-Thank yo..." her voice is cut off by a stream of blood leaving her cracked lips. I kneel beside her now limp body and rest the palm of my hand on her forehead.
I ignore the crowds cheers as I stare into her lifeless eyes, "Your welcome," I whisper softly. I drag my hand over her eyes and close them. Tears threaten to pour down my cheeks, but I hold them back because I am supposed to be strong.
When I stand up, my eyes instantly search for those of the repulsive snake I call Beatrix. I find her in the place for the more important people. My eyes lock on hers; she nods approvingly before turning around an leaving the box.
