Katrina
I soon found out that going last was much worse than going first. Sitting there, watching as every one of my classmates went up to perform their midterm examination, was torture. Each round seemed bloodier than the last, each injury more destructive. With Hilda's test, the worst injury was a bloody nose, ten pairings later and it turned into a broken arm, then cracked ribs, and this last examination, the student walked, or I guess I should say she limped, with the support of a fellow comrade, away due to a broken femur. My nails were bitten down to the quick by the time Madam Freyja called me to the arena.
As I walked into the arena, I glanced back at Miles, whose face was passive. Even passive, I could tell he was just as nervous as I was, and it was killing him to let me go through with this. This was more than an examination. He and I both knew it. The way I performed today against my professor would be shared throughout the entirety of the four kingdoms. People would determine my strength based on this fight. If their future Queen could overtake a former Valkyrie warrior, then perhaps she could succeed in merging the kingdoms. And if I lost this match, well, no one would judge me for the loss given Freyja's history, but I wouldn't win any votes either.
"I can do this," I muttered quietly to myself, bouncing back and forth on my heels, my hands up in fists, looking like an MMA fighter warming up before their debut fight.
"Alright," Freyja smirked, joining me in the ring, "As I stated earlier, you'll be graded differently than your classmates on this examination. While they were graded on their overall performance, I'll grade you on skill only. Each shot you land on me will give you one point. You need a hundred points to Ace this exam and at least sixty to pass."
"Sixy points to pass?" Miles bellowed, interrupting Freyja, his thundering voice echoing throughout the gymnasium, "That's absurd."
"Miles, I've already warned you once. I won't do so again." Freyja growled, turning her head and glaring at my fated.
"Don't worry, Hurricane. I've got this." I smiled, turning to wink at Miles, hoping I sounded and looked more confident than I actually felt, "Sixty points will be a cakewalk. I've got to juggle the five of you all day long; this battle will be nothing."
Okay, maybe I sounded a little too confident, maybe even borderline cocky, but the first step in performing is exuding confidence. And I planned on giving one hell of a performance today.
Freyja's head cocked, her lip curled in a smirk as she raised an eyebrow at me. Her eyes glinted with determination, and I knew at that moment that my suspicions had been right. She had been given a mission, and she planned on passing it with top scores. Well, Freyja, to can plan at that game because I was given a mission, too, and I've never been one to go down easy.
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