Anastasia's battle
Ava's POV
The look on Kalaen's face was scary. Well, that if looks could kill. I have won fair and square. I guess he is not used to being defeated.
“He should get used to it.” Maya sneered in my mind.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked Kalaen as I stretched out my hand towards. There is a high chance that he won't be taking my hand after all, I was the one that caused him the humiliation.
“I don't need your pity!” He smacked my hand off his face as he stood up, dusting himself. I smiled at him. I didn't pity him. I just like his power and I would like to learn from him.
My little secret is I could learn any of the other trainees powers, courtesy of having a divine dragon as your tutor although Drakon claims it is not because of him.
“Stop fucking smiling at me. Everyone knows you won, so no need to rub it off my face.” He snarled. He was like a cute dog baring his teeths at me.
Funny, people were scared of him.
“I am not mocking you. You seem alright, so I will leave you alone.” I have him a wide smile as I stepped out of the arena.
As I stepped out that's when I started hearing the whispers. They don't stop nor end. These people don't get tired.
“Is she mocking him?” One of the female trainees said.
“Maybe, she is thinking high of herself because she mistakenly won.” Another said.
It was endless, the murmurings were but one thing was clear, I could see the fear in their eyes. They know not to mess with me.
Good.
“Ava, you won!” Gwen ran to me as hugged me tightly. She was jumping up and down.
“I knew you could do it!” The way she was jumping up and down was so adorable. My pumpkin is such a cutie pie.
“Yes, Gwen. We won. You and I, we won the first round.”
We might not be able to win the next round but we won the first round and it was a big deal. It meant we are a force to be reckoned with.
“You are better it seems?” I turned towards the voice and it was no other than Ezra, the king’s man. I smiled at him.
Before I could say anything else, the next fighters were announced and it was no other between Anastasia Wan and Cinder Blade.
These two were famous for their talents. I wonder who would be winning.
As I looked towards the ring, I saw the lady called Anastasia. She was beautiful. She would have been a bad ass model in my world. Her hair was black and straight, it reached her waist. She was fair, she gave off those ancient Greek statues that I had seen once I visited the museum with my brother.
In her case, she was more beautiful, she was slender but slender with all the right curves. Damn! I closed my jaw that was open.
“Don't be deceived with her looks.” Gwen said, she is a vicious one. And thirty minutes later, Gwen's words were proven right.
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The fight between Anastasia and Cinder, a Centaur built like a mountain, thick and powerful. Anastasia, Minister Wan’s daughter began. Both of them wielded swords and were proficient in magic, her calm and elegant presence was like a lethal edge to the audience. People felt she was too beautiful and frail at the same time, everyone knows what she is capable of.
The moment the field transformed, I felt my heartbeat quicken. The flattened terrain, a simple ring of earth with sparse patches of grass, was a battlefield designed for pure skill and strength, a place where the outcome would be determined by the raw capabilities of each fighter.
The two combatants stood at opposite ends, sizing each other up. Anastasia held her sword lightly, its blade gleaming in the sunlight, and the faint glow of magic flickered around her, an unseen force waiting to strike.
Cinder, towering and heavily muscled, let out a snort that seemed to shake the ground itself. His hooves scraped against the dirt, and I could feel the tension building, as if each step carried the weight of an earthquake.
The horn blared, and they launched into motion.
Anastasia shot forward, sword poised to strike. Cinder, however, anticipated her speed; he lowered his head and charged, using his weight to force her back.
The ground trembled with each of his steps, but Anastasia slipped to the side, narrowly avoiding his first strike as his fists swept through the air. Her sword flashed, drawing a thin line across his flank, a superficial cut but a mark that showed she’d drawn first blood.
Cinder let out a furious cry, whirling to face her again. This time, he lunged with a back kick, his hooves aiming directly at her chest, but she dropped and rolled, coming up right beside him. Her sword darted out, slicing another shallow cut across his leg, and a flicker of her magic erupted, sending sparks flying where her blade met his skin.
For a moment, they circled each other. Anastasia’s breaths were even, her face a mask of concentration and ethereal calm. Cinder, on the other hand, was visibly frustrated, his chest heaving as he tried to predict her next move.
In a split second, he reared up, his forelegs pounding down like hammers, but Anastasia anticipated it. She spun under him, slicing upwards in a daring arc that left a deeper cut along his side.
Cinder staggered but retaliated instantly, swinging his powerful arm in a backhand strike that nearly grazed her face. Anastasia ducked, but the force of his swing created a gust that knocked her slightly off balance.
Taking advantage of this, Cinder lunged forward, trapping her within his reach. His hands closed around her arm, lifting her off the ground, and for a moment, it seemed like he might overpower her.
But just as quickly, Anastasia's eyes glinted with determination. She twisted sharply, muttering an incantation that released a burst of energy from her hand.
The force of her magic crackled against his arm, breaking his grip and sending her tumbling to the ground, free but shaken. She rolled back, and in a single, fluid motion, regained her stance, holding her sword defensively as Cinder roared in frustration.
The two fighters were back to circling, but the tone had shifted. Anastasia's movements were sharp, calculating, and her magic pulsed stronger around her, little arcs of energy dancing over her blade.
Cinder charged again, throwing everything into his attack. Anastasia met him head-on, her blade flashing with power. Their weapons clashed, the air charged with sparks, as her magic pushed against his brute strength.
Finally, she found an opening. With a sudden, fierce surge, Anastasia drove her sword forward, the blade glowing with concentrated magic. It struck Cinder’s chest, the impact reverberating like thunder.
He staggered, his body jerking as the magic coursed through him, his knees buckling. His hooves lost their grip, and with a heavy crash, he toppled to the ground.
The silence that followed was intense, broken only by the sound of Anastasia's steady breathing. The crowd remained in shock, barely daring to breathe. Anastasia stood, victorious and nearly untouched, her gaze sweeping across the field, her expression unreadable.
I unclenched my hands, my mind racing. Watching her overpower someone like Cinder with such precision and calm left me shaken. How could anyone hope to stand against her?
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