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

the others doing?’ I asked. Before

you have won your first rounds,’ Matilda told us. ‘Jake and Ramses are just starting theirs.’ We

break before our second match as

and watch Jake,’ I told them. Me and Matilda headed over to where he was fighting

His training

without breaking a sweat.

good,’ I told

‘Thank you,’ he said.’

next couple of fights were tough. My opponents knew what they were doing

had more scrapes and bruises than I wanted to admit. The last opponent had landed

I felt it with each breath. Finlay stood waiting with Matilda

asked as Matilda handed me

survive,’ I

starting to show that

and claw marks on his shoulder.

see.

We walked over to the boards to have a look at our

Logan,’ Finlay remarked as he read the name

have met him,’

but I think he will fight fair.

I hated this game

I was to face one of the warriors of his old pack.

as everyone thought, but now I admitted to being

step out of the ring the second the signal goes off,’

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

risk. We know they are not going to play fair,’

It’s not like they will take me out of commission for the rest

last one,’ I said. Finlay sighed and

guessing they are pissed enough not to care

not. This is about you not getting hurt and me not

as soon as

‘Red.’

the best I

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