Welcome to Abarrane [Part 1]
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“Another first timer folks, a rare Blueblood Jungle Troll that goes by the name Joe. Versus, oh we are in for a treat, you know her, you love her, Aradette. Back from her two-year ban.” The crowd’s roars were deafening. A young woman in red robes walked out, she had long silky black hair, a sharp pointed nose and even though her robe was loose fitting, curves from all the right places protruded.
Back from her two-year ban? I thought. She couldn’t be a player, could she? Beta Tester?
Impatiently the announcer spoke, “I can’t wait any longer, FIGHT!”
I drew two throwing axes from my bandolier and walked towards the girl. She summoned a fireball in each hand as she walked towards me with her palms up. The crowd was still cheering her name, “ARADETTE, ARADETTE, ARADETTE!” Her smile grew closer, her confidence plain. I began jogging towards her, that I turned into a full-on sprint. My endurance was my strength, use it I thought. When I was twenty feet away I threw an axe. At the same time, she put her palm out and fired off a fireball consuming my weapon, I followed it up with another. This time she blocked with her other fireball, consuming it again. I didn’t care. I cut to the left throwing an axe with my left hand, side armed. She summoned two more balls of flame. I threw the rest of my axes at her in rapid succession. She fired off her other balls of flame consuming the first two axes, to have my third axe cut through the smoke, splitting her hand in half down to the wrist. She screamed in pain and tumbled backwards, stepping on her robe. I ran at her, pulling my battle axes off my belt ready to finish the fight in a flurry of blows. My lanky eight-foot frame towered over her. I raised my right axe and she began sobbing, “please, please don’t kill me.” She held her wounded hand to her chest pleading. Tears ruining her makeup, her mascara bleeding across her cheeks. “I beg you, I’ll do whatever you want, please don’t hurt me anymore.” I dropped my axe to my side. This poor girl. I don’t want anything from her. How can I tell her that? Can there even be draws in the arena? I asked myself. I heard a thwack, and I saw the crossbow sticking out from the bottom of her robes. Time slowed as I saw the bolt fly towards my face.
*You Have Died*