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
Coach said, "Alright guys, take your seats. The match is going to start." His students rushed to their seats in the dugout. "Watch carefully, because after this I will ask questions. ""Hey coach, can I sit with Draven?"Becky said and sauntered to the last row. Coach ran a hand down his face, said "Fine, but please don't interrupt"Becky giggled. "Don't worry, sir"She leaned against his shoulder; a hand ran down her back. She whispered, "You heard him, you better behave.""Fine" Draven grunted.A holographic screen dropped before them. Coach sat in the front with his trainers.Thomas Walter marched with his team in a strict formation, kicking sand clouds in the air. Osborne yawned. "Boring"The rest chuckled. Coach grunted. "Silence!" they suppressed their snicker.From the other side, a group of girls stood on a wave, leaning over the shore.The commentator announced. "The match between Eagle High and Tottem Hi
"Pay attention to this guy," Coach said, pointing out the hooded figure within the tree. Unlike the rest, he was sleeveless with a gold lining and double quivers strapped to his back. He continued climbing, blonde hair peeked underneath his good."He is the captain, Lester Hart." Coach said."A really nice guy, well one of the best snipers of the national junior division"Coach said"Can you guess what is his rank?"A member of the long-rangers answered. "Top 3"Coach said"Correct, Michelle. Do you also know who is the vice-captain?"She took in a breath, said"Felicia Swift, acting position is support and a sniperwithafive rank onthe junior division and a black beltin MMA""Alright, you can sit"Lester drew out a metal rod from his thigh, it expanded into a bow, leaned his eye into the eyepiece, he lifted a hand. Felicia teleported by his side. She
Coach eyes shifted from his chatting students to Lester Hart, who sent him a wave which stiffened his face. He lifted himself to his feet and threaded past them. “Coach, where are you going? I want to ask you something?” his back shivered and stopped in his tracks, as the room suddenly quietened. He turned around, said “Draven, can you hold on for a minute? I need to grab myself a drink… a beer, I guess”Draven snickered, said “Sure you can go but there aren’t any stalls that sell beer”“Oh, thanks…” he walked out of the dugout with quick strides, almost knocking the doors of Draven’s suspicion. He tilted his head to Becky. She said, “Are thinking what am I thinking?”Draven tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her closer with a grin. “You mean make out in the washroom?”Becky leaned into him, bit his ear and said in a stern tone. “That would be ho
The knob unturned with a foot peaking from the slit, he held his breath and hunched over his feet on his tiptoes while the cluttery clang against the running water. She rinsed the plates and lined them in the dishwasher underneath the basin. A blurry figure reflected the silverware as she placed it inside, her mouth curved with a snicker. Draven glanced at her back, thought ‘How can I get past her?’She bended below the table. He quietly scampered to the door and swiped the card on the door handle, and it opened. He glanced over his shoulder and, with a grin; he placed a foot outside. A hand grasped his forearm. “Where are you going, mister?” she purred, breathing hot breath on his nape. “Hope you’re seeking something outside which you can get here?”Draven shifted his focus to her with a smirk. “And what do you think I seek?”‘Strip Club’ She playfully mouthed the words, stunning Draven’s s