Blood Domination System

14. The Girl Named Leslie

“Ha!” The girl in the black jumpsuit roared as her feet bounced off the ground.

Landing a few steps to the right, she smiled, her white skin reflecting the light and warmth. It revealed the radiance in the heart of this young girl.

She held her two hands in front of her. Her blonde hair wafting softly from side to side even as the wind teased it. Her feet were placed, the right in front while the left was placed behind it. Just a little bit. 

“How long do you think you can really hold out against me? I am the Queen of the Combat Facility.” She smirked.

The person whom she was speaking to frowned, his bushy eyebrows knitting closely at his forehead. He breathed hard, fisting his hands as he stared daggers at her, unmoving while his eyes loooked left and right. 

The place where the two combatants stood was one of a kind. It was a circular platform which had just three pillars at adjacent ends. 

The ground was lined with circular carvings. And right at the center of it was the insignia of a robotic face, along with the words ‘System Burea’.

The System Bureau was home to the two combatants. They had been taken away from their usual earthly lives, out here, to be trained. They were for the testing of the numerous inventions the Bureau had come up with. Inventions which could change the world and the way humans saw it. Inventions which tapped into the ancient magic of the Warth, modifying and recreating it to be subservient and useful to the modern needs of human.

It was an age of technological advancement. And the System Bureau? They did not waste a moment of it. They advanced with as many of the inventions they could make.

 But as such, they always needed to push those who had to rest them, making sure that the systems were truly at the peak of the hierachy. 

And right now, the two of them in the ring while others around watched, were fulfilling that.

The young boy who was facing off the white girl had Latino features. He had a shaved head, a little mouth ache and a grieved face. His hands knuckles and unknuckled at his side while he kept on staring daggers. 

Today was an important day to him. Today, he was going to prove himself better than the girl opposite him. The only girl in the entire ring who had bested everyone even with their systems.

The Only girl who did not even use her system. She did not activate it once but yet she had taken  down all the people who had come at her.

He was her final opponent. But biting down on his lower lip, he resolved, he would not go down that easily.

“Leslie, this is the end for you, Mako, I demand you surrender to me.” 

“Surrender?” Leslie smiled to him, showing off her brilliant white dentition. “You think that’s what the law of this contest means? It doesn’t mean I have to go down without a fight or are you already scared that all you sustem holders are simply pussies?” She lashed to him.

“Language, Leslie.” A man by the edge of the ring roared out. He had a white and black uniform which singled him out as the umpire of the match.

Stepping on to the ring, he heaved out, his fat features not allowing him move as much as he wanted. 

He dipped his hand into the he front pocket, pulling out a yellow card. Whipping out to the face of Leslie, the entire crowd groaned out.

“Leslie is being flagged for her language. If she persists then, she would have to forfeit the match in favor of Mako.”

“What?” Leslie frowned. “Since when was that the new rule here? Come on, you’re letting Mako take this easy eh?”

“Ha! Where’s all that your attitude girl? Don’t tell me you’re a scared of cards now?” Mako scoffed to her.

“The only thing I am scared of is me beating you till you are in the ICU.” Leslie shoved a quick  middle finger to him.

To that, Mako simply smiled to her.  A dismissive  one. With his right hand held in front of his face, he gestured to her with his left hand, calling her to him.

“Fine! You asked for it!” Leslie roared out.

The umpire panicked, scrambling out of the way just as Leslie limbs pounded on the ground. In a flash, she had crossed  the little distance between herself and the opponent, her legs propelling her further.

She paused briefly while Mako grimaced, stretching his right hand towards her. Time seemed to slow down, light sparks fluttering In the air just around Makos fist.

Leslie bounced off the ground, her right leg forming a triangle with the left one while her upper torso stretched forward. Her right hand bearing down a fist.

At the same moment, sparks of light flashed out and a wave of fire roared out from Makos hand. In a blitzing second later, the roar of flames thundered out, for the feet of Leslie. 

However, just about then, Leslie folded her right leg even further. Moments away from the fire blazing into her exposed left leg, it crumpled, bringing a swift bend from the side.

THWACK! 

Her leg smashed into his face, propelling the opponent backwards and flickering off the flames of fire.

“Aww!” Mako cried out as his back kissed the ground.

His hands to the sides of him rocked the ground as well even as his body jerked off the ground, going in for a rebound. At the same moment, Leslie landed to the ground, her left foot smashing down to his neck.

“Ahhhh!” Mami coughed out. 

He kicked out his legs, using that energy to propel his entire form upwards. Jerking upwards, the whole form of him followed, pushing off Leslie leg from him. He went into a somersault.

But just as he landed, Leslie foot was there. Kissing him right in the center of his stomach.

“Ooomph!” He bucked backwards, holding his stomach and grimacing.

As if that was not enough, Leslie smirked dangerously, running forward. Once she was in inches reach, she smashed her knee right into his jaw.

Mako groaned, his head following on the momentum from the kick. But even as that occurred, another fist rammed into his belly, shooting him across the ring. And down for the ground.

“Mmmhhp!” Mako groaned, wordlessly as he lay sprawled on the ground. 

“I told you. You asked for it.” Leslie frowned to him. She shook her head, bowing to the crowd as they began to clap for her.

“And this bout goes to Leslie, if she would have used her system.” The Umpire called out. “Unfortunately, she did not. Which calls this whole combat a draw.” He added.

“What?” Leslie cried out, jerking towards him.

The onlookers down below the ring also cried out in disagreement to the Umpire’s decision. It was unfair. The rules of the game were either a knockout, or a push off the ring or surrender. But those terms had to come by using the system. If by any means that it happens, then it was not a win.

However in the case of Leslie, things were different. She was not just any of system holder. She had something that was special.

And special meant it was harder to use. At least, for her.

“What? You really can’t be serious? How can you call off my win? He’s knocked out! He can’t stand back up. Can’t you see?” Leslie frowned, stomping to the umpire while gesturing tot he fallen form of Mako, her teeth bared out.

The umpire shook his head, his eyes closed. 

“You know the rules, And if the rules have being bent for you since the start of the contest, you suurely did not think it was going to be bent for you at the last deciding match, did you?” The umpire said, folding his hands, his eyes still closed.

“No! You look at me!” Leslie thundered out, grabbing him by the collar.

Alarmed, the umpires eyes fired open as he gasped. In his front was an angry girl, her eyes glittering as purple tattoos began to appear, growing all over them. 

“Does this look like something I can control, you fool? Maybe you want me to go all tattoo on your ass and burn you to crisp? Is that what you want, huh?” She spat into his face. 

“Wheeehh…” The umpire whimpered, putting both hands in the air in surrender.

This was not part of his job. He did not sign up to be beat up or be threatened by someone with a system people feared. 

“Now, you tell this people that the decision was not final and I am the winner.” Leslie pouted, pushing her terrifying gaze into the his face. 

“LESLIE!!” A voice boomed out from  behind. At the sound of this, multiple murmurings began to resonate all around, the sound of people hurrying away breaking through Leslie’s rage.

That voice… she could not be mistaken. It belonged to one of the most annoying person in the entire Academy.

Or at least, the voice of someone who could frame just anybody in an instant and have the System Bureau swallow it. 

Hook, line and sinker.

She certainly wanted to avoid him at all cost.

“Professor Bumju.” Leslie rolled her eyes, letting go of the umpire as she turned around slowly. “What trouble have you gotten me in, today?”  She growled.