Tales from Trinity City

The Arena of the Undefeated 01

I see a glimpse of them standing over there. On the other side of the Arena. I see their eyes filled with fury. With rage. Like they've seen things no one should. As the Commander sounds the bells, they charge. Their team of three and mine begin. This is the farthest my team has gotten. I am Vivian. I am their captain. I look down to my players and they look up at me. We both know it was pure luck just making it to this Arena. The other team: Team Prodigy. They've gone undefeated against every team for the past 29 years. Usually my team never makes it past the Emerald bracket. But this time, Prodigy called out anyone who would dare try to challenge them. I told my team to stick back. To not give them the pleasure. They told me I was a coward. What they don't understand is death. In the Undefeated Arena, you fight to the death. No objectives. No surrender. No mercy. I'm gonna lose my team.. My team I've had for years.. They rush on. I see one of my players just miss an arrow shot from the other team. The arrow whizzes past him and explode on the nearby wall. I see one of my more confident students try a flank as the other begins throwing bombs. His bombs paint an area in front of Prodigy in red. They know not to step near it. I see my flanker scale the obstacles that are scattered around the Arena. He finds his footing, then leaps. He draws his iron dagger, a special one that he luckily won in his earlier matches. But Prodigy sees this. A player on their team side steps and pins mine to the ground. The other two take their swords and drive them both through my player's skull. Only two of my players are left. One of mine backs up as he sees his friend die at their hands. The toll of these games have finally hit him. He begins running back, leaving the other by himself. He stands his ground. He throws all his bombs. Shoots all his arrows. He even manages to shoot a member of Prodigy's bow from their hand. They slowly walk up to him. He draws his sword as I see him say something under his breath. The archer on their team picks up their bow and shoots my other member directly between his eyes. So left my one member. Out of bombs. Out of arrows. He readies his sword. They all ready theirs. He slashes with his sword, but his attack is blocked, sending sparks flying. Prodigy begin their attack. My player blocks all of them, as much as he can, until he is backed up into the outer wall. They knock his sword out of his hand. He looks up at me one last time, before one of their members swings his sword down, landing directly on his head.