Game of Destiny – A Thrilling Tale of Power, Love & Fate

Each fighting stage had an official assigned to it. Their job was to make sure we followed the rules and to count down

when we had our opponent in a hold. At least there were some security measures in place, I thought as I stepped onto

the platform I had been assigned to for my first fight. On the other side another woman stepped up. She was assessing

me like I did with her. My opponent looked trained and the way she looked at me showed intelligence. It wouldn’t be an

easy win. The signal sounded, marking the start of the fight. We slowly circled each other, not looking away. Both ready to

defend ourselves if necessary. She made the first move and charged at me. Keeping her centre of gravity low, bending

her upper body as she came at me. I understood she was trying to push me out of the fighting circle. I stepped to the

right and bent my left leg, pulling it slightly upward. My opponent did most of the work for me as her forward momento

drove her face into my knee.

“Fuck,” she growled and tried to stem the nosebleed with her hand. I made the next attack, hoping she would be

unfocused. She wasn’t and blocked my attack. Her nose stopped bleeding after a minute, but she looked feral with the

blood-streaked face and top. We continued to circle each other, trying to find an opening, making attacks to test the

other’s weak points. We were a good match as we seemed equal in strength and skill. It worried me as I didn’t want to

spend too much time on this fight. It was the first of hopefully many. I couldn’t afford to waste my energy. My opponent

attacked again, and I saw my opening. I sidestepped to the left, taking her off guard and as she tried to adjust her movement, I curled into a ball which had her torso move in over me. I rolled onto my back and her eyes grew bigger as

she realised what I was about to do, but she had no way to stop me. When she was above me, I kicked out with my feet. I

caught her in the stomach and sent her into a somersault. She landed on her back, on the ground outside of the circle. I

smiled as I got to my feet. I was announced as the winner. I walked up to my opponent and reached out my hand.

“Good fight,” I said. She shook my hand.

“Yeah, nice move. I didn’t consider someone would go down in order to win. I will remember it,” she told me.

work,’ Matilda mindlinked me when I walked over to

are the others doing?’ I asked. Before she could reply, Finlay

of you have won your first rounds,’ Matilda told us. ‘Jake and Ramses

had a break before our second

Me and Matilda headed over

better shape than I expected. His training had made a

without breaking a sweat.

I told

‘Thank you,’ he said.’

tough. My opponents knew what they

scrapes and bruises than I wanted to admit. The

each breath. Finlay stood waiting with Matilda when I

you okay?’ he asked as Matilda handed

I’ll survive,’ I told

starting to show that Ramses’ shoulder

a bruise on his cheek and claw marks on his shoulder. And

see.

walked over to the boards to have a

remarked as he read

don’t think I have met

usually get along. He’s strong, but I think he will fight fair. It will

was about to tell him again how much I hated this game when his face grew

old pack. I felt myself going pale. I had been insisting the

everyone thought, but now I admitted to being

out of the ring the second the signal goes off,’ Finlay told

might win,’ I insisted. Mostly because I hated the thought of surrendering, not so much because I believed

We know they

It’s not like they will

one,’ I said. Finlay sighed and rubbed

they are pissed enough not to care anymore. They just want to cause harm

the fight. This is not about you being strong or not. This is about you not getting hurt

as soon as I see it

‘Red.’

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