Chapter 3: 3. Not as Planned
The clear skies were forming a cloudy and dark forecast, beginning to block out parts of the sunshine. The short man was toying with me, slicing my body with wind magic from every direction. Continuously striking me and still doing so even after I hit the floor and stopped moving.
All non-lethal blows but enough to cause severe amounts of pain. The crowds felt invigorated from each and every cry of agony that escaped my mouth.
"Finish him!" The crowd began chanting and the short man complied with their wishes. Accumulating his mana for a final blast, he stood above and behind my curled up body.
Back up in the stands, the slave girl took a peek at her master. Her short brown ruffled hair swayed as she noticed her master was fully engrossed and enjoying the imminent death. Her back which was previously covered with fresh whip slashes was healed, leaving only dried up blood as evidence of being whipped in the first place.
She raised her hand slightly to avoid the attention of her master and used a fragment of power that wasn't fielding the mana shield to my direction.
I spat out a mouthful of blood as pain spread everywhere. 'If I'm going to die here, then I'll take you with me!' I was ready to strike now that he stood nearby.
The moment before he unleashed his magic, I used all my strength to push up from the ground diving dagger first. The short man noticed my leap and stopped his magic formation. I felt distraught, realizing too late that he was baiting my final last-ditch effort. Similar glowing blue boots shined, but this time with a flickering disappearance. My eyes stared at the ground and boots, then at my target.
To my amazement, the speed magic failed to activate. My dagger plunged into the man's chest as we crashed into the floor. I thought of standing to pull out the dagger, but couldn't as my body disagreed with that plan. With that not being an option, I questioned why his wind magic suddenly stopped and also how to survive the next match? It didn't look like he had any mana deficiencies, so why?
The entire colosseum's crowd became silent in shock with the scene devolving into chaos once they realized their bets were lost for the third time in a row.
The girl held her breath hoping her master didn't notice her interference. "Little brat made me lose my bet!" The master's yell drowned out within the crowd as he noticed his slave girl's attention on him. He whipped her out of annoyance to move her attention back to looking forward.
"No way, how did he survive!" A bully next to Arisa said out of anger and disbelief. "He won't survive the next one that's for sure!" Another kid said as the announcer revealed the results calling for the next contender and their choice of an opponent.
I was battered to a pulp. My face felt disfigured and body riddled with bruises and cuts. Blood soaked my clothes. The next opponent walked up the stairs onto the arena, like normal. His aura made me feel as if I was about to face off against a skilled veteran.
Calm and dangerous. However, his next words caused a sigh of relief even if they were insulting to a degree. "I'm here for a challenge, scram no-mage brat!" The warrior dismissed me and called out a buff looking guy to be his first opponent.
My exhaustion ignored the remark as one of the staff members had to help me off the stage. All winning contestants that were allowed offstage were given the benefits of a healer, to mend any injuries incurred from previous matches.
This was the main reason why so-called luck played a huge part in obtaining a good number at the beginning. Who would dare allow a free meal to pass them by, only to fight them full strength later on?
Weekly Power Status
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