Draven lifted his sword. Fire swirled from the tip down to the ankles of his feet. It blazed and a thin sheet of armour formed above his skin and clothes, except for his head. She growled and shot her stretchy arms across. Draven tilted his blade and blocked the incoming attack. He side-stepped and jumped as a hand reached for his foot.
He materialized a wall, delaying her next attack. Ropes of fire bounded her feet and tripped her. Under his manipulation, thousands of threads sprouted out of the ground and strapped around her waist, arms and legs. She snared, wiggling her body, breaking few strands. Another formed and replaced the old ones. Lava congealed around her and she burst out and grabbed him by the throat. Draven teleported and his brows creased with disappointment. 'Is there any shame in taking a tactical run?' he made a run.
He yawned under a palm, while he watched his daughter chase Draven with a brutal
Volley punches resounded, sweat glistened his biceps as they tightened, pulling his arm back and explode with a side hook, swinging the chains of the heavy bag. “Cool it champ!” a sweet voice slipped into his ears. “What’s got you worked up?” a neon blue fingernail brought him a towel. He hummed while dabbing the towel on his face and swiped it down his chin.With a solemn expression, he passed her like an unfeeling robot; fully autonomous. Pricking her seventh sense with concern, she walked to his side and pressed on, without regards of coming off annoying. She punched his shoulder. “Stop locking me out. Aren’t I your girlfriend?”He took a side glimpse. A smile surfaced but soon disappeared, as Natalia’s face flashed in his head, heartbroken and disappointed. He watched her run and fade in the distance… and fade out of his life for a second time, was cru
Waves crashed onto the sandy shore as the salty breeze played with his raven hair. He blinked his eyes and to the bright light. He lifted his neck, muttered "Beach?" he slumped and sighed while waving wings on the warm sand. Her bare-feet crushed the sand. She walked towards him and leaned over, casting a shadow on his face. He shifted his sight to her wide smile, almost resembling a quirky cheerleader. His mood flickered for a second, but his expression remained blue. "Meh""Hello, I am back," she said, shaking the jacket tied to her hips. He turned his neck to the side and missed something again, he watching the lone crab thread the endless distance of slopes of sand.In his absent state, she slid her thigh beneath his head and pushed the stray hair to the side of his face while humming a sweet tune. He couldn't wrap his mind over it, but he didn't want this moment to stop. He murmured "Peaceful"
"Another year, drawing the curtains to an exciting season" the commentor said,the spectators roared for their teams, some blazinglyshowed their colours while the highlights replayed on the holographic screens. Meanwhile, the contestants sat in their respective dug out. The moment Coach Fredrickson started talking about strategies and stuff. His mind wandered, he took a few steps back and looked at his surroundings with great detail, especially the rival teams. Recalling Rocco's words, Draven shifted his attention to Eagle High's captain, who was rumoured to be a level 5 superhuman and could be quite a challenge. Thomas Walters felt a stare digging to his back, he turned around and found him, staring down, he snickered. He raised a thumbs down to Draven. "You have no chance mutt. Don't even think about it" Draven smiled back with a challenging look and cracked his neck. "Oh it'
Instantly, the stadium disappeared, along with the spectators' banter. The platform underneath their feet morphed into a rocky terrain. Draven unsheathed his sword and formed a globe of fire above his head, head light for his team. While Draven scanned the environment, his ears buzzed to their whispers. "Hey, where is the other team?""I don't know. I can't see them"Draven muttered. 'Shit! They can operate in total darkness. This is bad'His eyes glowed green as he shifted his vision. Looking far, his squinted eyes widened and his hands tightened around the guard of his sword. Osborne pulled his shield out and led his team. “Move forward" he said, while taking careful steps forward.Osbor0ne took another step and looked to the side. A ghostly hand popped from the darkness and fell on his head and puff, it turned into a cloud of smoke. Osborne's head jerked bac
Claps resounded in the air. "Well done. I certainly didn't expect you to be quite a challenge" Draven turned his head to the voice, his brows raised. "Who are you?" "Andrew Baron, but from your reaction, it seems you have no idea who am I?" "That's good" Draven smelt an opportunity. Fire converged around his body and flashed in front of his last opponent and swung his blade down from his head to his waist, and water hose, blood splattered on his armour. Draven froze with his mouth agape. "Did I just kill him? Shouldn't the system teleport him out?" A dagger darted to his unturned back. By his reflex, Draven tilted his head to the side. "Nice. Good reflexes! Now I am starting to doubting my choice." Andrew's voice echoed in the space. His forehead scrunched in thought. 'He is alive, but
Karlaraja walked in, the rest gulped and glanced at each other. Karlaraja popped his head out and snared. “Get in” The moment they reached the other side, Karlaraja flashed from one end to another, and knocked them out. The system teleported the contestants to the medical room. "Such a bore!" he yawned. "You, take care of the next one" He clicked his finger. The portal appeared, and they charged in, swinging their weapons and eliminated the rival team. Meanwhile, Karlaraja's brows pinched as he stared at his hands. 'This infernal realm is draining my energy.' 'It seems my conquest will be on hold.' he closed his eyes and soon the eyes returned to its original blue-jay colour. He clutched his head. "Ah, shit! Where am I?" Draven said, "Vernon. Wha
Their unsteady footsteps echoed against the wall, water dripping from the ceiling and sizzled. As a fireball hung over them, casting light on the path before them.His brows pinched together. He took a glance at his wrist and thought. 'I hope this isn't an illusion.'Even after Vernon's confirmation, doubts never settled, defying his wish for silence. As a sea of thoughts shouted negativity in the recesses of his brain. He gritted his teeth under a calm front and led his team.The hairs on his forehead raised as stiff as needles. He said, "Enemy Incoming"They changed formation and huddled together with their backs against each other. With a shaky grip, they pointed their weapons at the front, waiting for the slightest signs of the enemy.Scales crinkled against the rough ground, Chad shifted his gaze to his left, hissing grew pronounced as it crawled closer to his back. Sweat clung to his shirt. He closed his eyes and turned around. Found nothing
Lightning crackled in his palm, shedding light through the curtains of smoke, his shoes squeaked on the moist ground. “Hello?”“Is anyone there?” the globe brightened; he saw a human figure in the distance. His olive eyes relaxed. Lightning bolted his feet forward, sizzling streaks on the floor, and stopped a meter from the figure. His brows raised and sent him a glare, he said. “Are you deaf?”He hissed. “Why didn’t you answer, retard?”A cloud of grey floated past the figure’s face. He snared. “It’s you!! Bloody popper!”Draven stood like a mannequin, as his face held a wide grin stretching to the ends of his face. “Where is the team?” he asked, but all he received was silence. “What happened to them?” He tilted his head, said “Tell me, what the heck happened?”“Speak or I will really bust your face&r