Your World

An Unlikely Encounter

You yawned loudly. You sat in an overstuffed bar, smoky music falling out of the ruby lips of some paid singer. A soft hand tapped the counter in front of you, causing you to jolt up in surprise. Haha. Jolt.

"Are you sure you're not going to get drunk?" You looked up to your confidant, Levi. Of course that wasn't her real name. You two weren't that close after all.

"I'm sure."

"Whatever you say Thunder." Of course that wasn't your real name either. A quick drink and a few minutes later a few more people entered the bar. Sitting up properly you watched them sit, stewing in your thoughts. Sure enough they were celebrating, it was a Thursday night after all. Bitty fight club.

That didn't surprise you. What did surprise you were the bitties sitting on the table, cowering slightly. They... They brought the winners with them? What kind of sick twisted up thing was this. Maybe they just didn't bother to take them home. Either way having such tiny things, magical or not, in a busy bar like this was practically dusting them. Though these men really wouldn't have a problem with that would they. Stupid men. They must be human kissers, otherwise they'd be way too familiar with fighting rings themselves. A scowl painted it's way across your scarred face. This isn't your business. You just came here to get a drink. You didn't have to get involved.

You took a minute to study your reflection in your empty glass, something to distract yourself from their laughter. As a mage yourself you of course had the defining characteristics. As a justice soul your eyes were a blazing yellow, as well as your tongue. You caught a string of yellow framing the side of your face and you quickly grabbed at it, stuffing it behind your ear. The inside of your hair was a blazing yellow while the outside was h/c. Your lips were held in a tight line, a silver scar running across them and up until it hit your cheek bone. Light dusting of freckles were plopped unceremoniously across your nose and you knew they continued further down, spreading across your arms and legs intertwining themselves with your tattoos.

"Can't wait for the after fight." What. Your attention was brought out of your reflection, instead studying the bigger men behind you. There was an after fight? Crap, that kind of changed things. Weighing the consequences in your head you almost didn't realize you were approaching the table.

"Excuse me, sirs? I can't help but notice your lovely winners. I was hoping we could make a deal?" You were bashful and soft as you talked, hoping to appeal to them. Three bravery souls you idly noticed. Laughter spilled out of the smallest one, orange hair flopping over his eyes.

"What kind of deal missy?" Ignoring the blatant implications that his eyebrows suggested you continued forward.

"Well you see I'm a bit of a connoisseur of bitties, quite like your own, I was wondering if you'd be willing to let go of them." The lie flew off your tongue so smoothly even you were impressed with it.

"Hahahaha only if it was forced out of me."

"That can be arranged." This caught their attention.

"You're wanting to fight?" You could see the obvious amusement in all three of them. Oh this was going to be fun.

"Yes, we can have an official fight, non bestial, if I win I'll get each of your bitties." Speaking of which, were all sitting rather silently on the table. You gave them a quick once over, grimacing inwardly. An edgy sat beside a boss, each slightly touching each other in comfort. The boss wasn't saying anything but the fact he was even allowing the contact spoke leagues about how scared the both of them were. The edgy was covered in dust, he must've fought in the arena instead of the ring. The boss had bits of dust and was cracked along his forearms. Probably cracked elsewhere too but he wore heavy armor that was chipped and broken. The edgy barely had on anything more than rags. The third was a lil bro, one who seemed familiar with the other two. He was on edge, a grimace taking over his skull as he fidgeted with the ends of his torn hoodie. He didn't have any dust on him but he was also noticeably wet. Suddenly he turned, catching your gaze. A quick wink was sent his way before you got your response

The men had been quietly talking among themselves, less about whether they should fight you and more about their side of the deal.

"Alright look sweetie, you win you get the bitties. But if we win you get to give each of us a little somethin'. And if we happen to like it, well maybe you'll get a reward, huh?" Gagging internally you instead fluttered your eyelashes.

"Are-are you sure? A reward for losing?" A chuckle rung around the room before a yeah sure was thrown out. "Then let's get started!"

With a small nod to Levi the room was cleared out as you four prepared to fight. It was a mage tradition at this point, so no one groaned too loudly except that old turtle who came for the women instead of the booze. Before anything important happened, however, a large man approached the four of you. Light blue hair was pulled back in a greasy ponytail and small blueberry was in his hands. He was eyeing you hungrily. Great.

You didn't miss the look between the blueberry and the lil bro. Another set. Well now you really had to win.

"Hello sir! Would you like to join our little game?"

"No beast yeah?" He was of course referring to the other form of mages. Each mage had one creature with which they were tied, from flaming lions to griffons to more. Your's happened to particularly suck, at least underground as you were.

"Yup!" He grunted a noise you took as an affirmation, grabbing his bitty and tossing it to the pile sitting on the table. Wincing you looked up at each man,
"Shall we shake?"

Each man reached forward grabbing your forearm, orange mixing with yellow as the combined magic snaked around each mage.It was your race's way of making sure each held to their end of the deal. Soft beeps filled the silence as each of your collars took in that magic and processed it to make sure it wasn't deadly. Finally you shook the patience mage, the light blue wiggling lightly, making you shiver. Magic was based almost purely on intention and god did his make you uncomfortable.

"Ready boys?" Before you got an answer you grabbed Patience's forearm with your other hand, yanking him forward and over you. Twisting his arm you jumped onto his meaty back, pressing down harshly while pulling his arm in the opposite direction until it dislocated. With a swift kick to the head with your other foot you knocked out the first one. Good god you were happy you got the creepy one out of the way first. A few tiny audible gasps came from the table, causing you to chuckle.

"Let's begin."