Thread: Unusual Meeting (Frelance & IgnitedFire)

The announcement of the first fight brought a rush of action below, and above. Those that had know her previous fights leaned and peered to watch. First to Enter the ring were 5 slaves or criminals armed and armored men, broad and scarred by fight after fight. Slaves that had earned their chance at freedom, warriors now in their own right, risking all to leave the arena that night as freemen or free-souls. All 5 of them took up positions to defend, it was rather obvious they would not fight among themselves. They waited a greater threat. Shed been through this too many times in the past year. In the beginning she would try to avoid them, try to feed without deaths staining her hands. But the slavers learned and starved her more and more efficiently, making her the most viscous and powerful combination they could still control. Her mind was still fighting the need, but her fangs ached with knowing a kill was so close. A small cramped crate was rolled into the arena, the 5 men tensed and prepared. She ears filled with the sound of hundreds of rapid hearts beating everywhere around her. No more will-power remained, her eyes darkened her lips curled and her hissing scream broke as wood around her splintered and flew out like an explosion. The audience cheers unheard, the blood filled bodied gathering all her attention. One opponent charged against her, he swung at her with a large ax, bring out a nasty growl from her lips. Her eyes beady and black as she focused on him, avoiding the strong swipes of the axe with her fast flexing muscles. Others moved in to try and attack, and distract her. Then as if it were her plan all along, she somehow gotten them all to herd close together, no longer spread out in the arena, and giving them all less room to maneuver and all the more a cattle for her slaughter. With eye-blinking speed she climbed up the arena wall and onto the domed cage above them, quickly then she dropped into the center of them. Shock and panic filling each man, making them weak, her powerful hands grasping the closest man and tossing him like a doll to crash into the wall and sink to the ground. His long sword now in her hands. And so she continued to disarm and knock away man after man, fighting and calculating until 3 of them were down and not getting back up anytime soon. She hisses and growls the hunger clawing her insides, the men down would be easy to feed from but then those remaining would attack. Her thigh, side, and back were sliced into, she was losing blood and the haze was thickening. As the remaining 2 circled her, neither wanting to charge to attack, both defending themselves. She had had enough fun and with a sudden breath she let out a hungry growl eyes locking with one and hand twisting and tossing out the sword at the other, the blade flying like an arrow to embedded into the mans chest as shed tacked and attacked the other. His weapon hilted into her abdomen, but the pain was nothing, his blood filling her mouth and throat would have her healed in moments. All her opponents unconscious, broken, or dead, the crowd was elated. They wanted a show and she had yet again preformed. With the draining and death on the man now at her feet, the hunger that was raging inside her was silent. She stood now claim near the center wall of the arena, her body healing. Her eyes returning to the soft ice blue and fangs retracting with satisfied hum. Beside the fact her dark chocolate hair and pale skin were knotted and stained with blood ,she now looked like an harmless beautiful young woman. And with a clear mind she had to face the deaths she had again caused, when the guards entered and urge her to return to her cell, there was no fight in her to refuse.