The Tales of Opti Prime and Nio

Just A High Warrior

Opti was spending her afternoon the way she liked it... Sparring! "Awe, c'mon! Racer! Mom, dad, and Crossheirs didn't invite you to make this a five-way spar for nothing!" Opti screamed at her friend, Racer, as she nearly hit her with her sword.

"Well, forgive me!" Racer replied, her sword colliding with Opti's in every swing she made.

"You got to time it just right!" Crossheirs added, trying to kick Opti off her feet. Opti jumped up and he missed....

Their battle continued. Leeta and Oren, Opti's parents, both swung their swords at Opti, knocking her sword out of her hand and it landed deep into the ground. Crossheirs kicked her off her feet and Racer pointed her sword at Opti's throat. Opti reached for her sword but it was a foot away. "C'mon..." she said. Suddenly her sword glowed white as it came up from the ground and flew right into her hand. She smirks as she swung it up. A blast of energy came from the sword, kocking Racer back. She screamed, swinging it towards her parents. A blast of energy sent them both flying back. She looked over at Crossheirs, who instantly dropped his sword and threw his hands up as a sign of surrender.

Leeta rose up. "Opti, you're a true gladiator!" she exclaimed.

"No, I'm not," Opti said.

"Opti, she's right," Oren added.

"I am not a gladiator."

"But, Opti-" Racer started.

"No... I'M NOT!"

Opti's voce echoed loudly. They all stared at her. "Opti..." Crossheirs said.

"A gladiator is born when they win a fight in an arena. Seeing as I never have been in an arena and never will be... I'm just a high ranked Warrior, alright?!"

"Yes, but... If anyone knows battles, it's you. You know more than any gladiator!"

"Crossheirs, I may know more about fighting than any gladiator, but I'm not one. No matter how much I want to be one... I can't..."