Capítulo 21: FIRST COLOSSEUM FIGHT

Lexine had her eyes glued to the field. After the werewolf pounced, she subconsciously moved forward, to get a clearer look. She expected Meddy to do something cool like a barrel roll and start shooting arrows. She was in shock when he started running in the opposite direction.

"What the fuck is he doing!"

Lexine could not contain her shout and almost stood. The others winced at the curse word. "Why is he running?"

Cardial scoffed at the midget of a girl. "Facing Drea head-on will undoubtedly lead to a loss. After all, he has brute strength. And although Meddy is fast, Drea is a werewolf, so naturally, his reflexes are faster. In such a case, Meddy needs to use his brain and wits else he will be pummelled without a doubt."

Artin nodded agreeing with Cardial. "Not to forget he chose a bow and arrow for this match. He needs to be in a long-distance, else, he will lose." Lexine deduced that the name of the hulk of a werewolf was the one they called Drea.

Meddy ran in a straight line for a few seconds before doing a complete one hundred and eighty turn and running in the opposite direction.

The sudden change in momentum coupled with the change in direction made Drea skid to attempt turning as well. However, his feet tripped over each other and he fell to the sandy ground with a thud. The sand around him rumbled for a second with his fall.

Meddy took this chance and notched an arrow while still running in the opposite direction. He glanced back for a second, letting the arrow fly. It landed smack on the back of Drea's thigh who was still lying face down.

He let out a pained howl before turning his upper body to yank the arrow out. Blood soaked his brown pants a bright red color. Disoriented, he immediately stood. He had a slight limp because of his thigh. With a growl, he wiped the dirt from his cheek aggressively. By then, Meddy was on the far side of the colosseum, far from him.

He notched three arrows and pulled the bowstring back. He did not wait for Drea to get a step forward as he let the three arrows fly. Drea crouched down before doing a barrel roll, completely avoiding the arrows.

He took off in a run straight toward Meddy who was nocking another arrow. Meddy ran full towards him full speed. This confused Lexine once more. Wasn't running in the other direction and widening the distance between them his plan?

At the last moment, Meddy fell onto his back and used his previous momentum to slide next to his opponent's feet. While lying on the ground, he shot another arrow at the back of Drea's thigh. It landed on his left thigh this time. It was not as deep because the distance this time was shorter.

Drea, who had prepared himself to grab the running Meddy, stumbled. He let out a frustrated growl when the arrow locked itself in the back of his thigh. Meddy was toying with him! He pulled the arrow out the back of his thigh and threw it to the ground aggressively. Blood soaked his trouser once more.

Meddy sighed and clicked. "I thought this was going to be more of a challenge." He

The werewolf struggled to keep himself on his feet. He wobbled and turned pointed at Meddy. "You are going to pay for that." His eyes were pitch black, the irises creeping up like vines to cover the whites of his eyes. He fell to his knees.

Cardial narrowed his eyes and Sevin facepalmed. "That fool."

Sevin nodded grimly. "He has yet to learn to control his temper."

Lexine watched in fascination as Drea's body began to shake. She supported her elbows on the ledge her eyes soaking in the image of a morphing were. His fingers elongated to claws. It was grotesque as his skin seemed to become hard before sprouting fur. His back, which was visible, arched and seemed to break before realigning itself before sprouting brown fur.

He opened his mouth wide and cracked his jaw as his mouth elongated into a snout. The bones in his legs snapped broken before rearranging themselves. Lexine wanted to stop watching as it looked painful, but she could not bring herself to avert her eyes.

Meddy smirked at the shifting wolf.

Lexine turned to Sevin, "What is it about controlling his temper?"

"A wolf that does not know how to control his temper makes misguided choices. Like the one Drea has just made. Shifting takes a lot of energy and if you do not have the stamina for it, it drains most of your energy leaving you exhausted."

Lexine was confused. How exactly had he been made to lose his temper here? She voiced out her question.

Raveer balanced his scabbard's tip on the floor with his finger on the handle and turned to face Lexine, "Werewolves are very prideful. When Meddy said it was not a challenge to fight him, he got angry, which in turn affected his wolf."

Lexine understood a little of the explanation and therefore nodded. He got angry, angry is not a good thing so werewolves need to control their anger issues.

Drea's wolf was a deep brown color that matched his hair. He was almost the same height as Meddy and was pure muscle. He wobbled onto his paws. His hind legs were still bleeding, probably due to the shift reopening the wounds.

He snarled at Meddy who nocked another arrow. "Now now, this is interesting." Meddy's smirk returned. He bounded up a small wooden podium that was close to the door where he had appeared from.

He let his arrow fly towards the werewolf that was bounding towards him at a speed his wounded hind legs would allow and immediately nocked another. Drea was able to avoid the arrow by swerving his body to the right. The arrow landed in the sand behind him. If he had not swerved, the arrow would have hit his forelimb.

Before Meddy could let the arrow fly, Drea had pounced on him. He fell flat on his back. Drea swiped at his face with his large paw. Meddy could only protect himself with his bow which snapped in half. He pouted and spoke in a low voice, "This was my favorite bow."

Drea growled in response and raised his paw, ready to swipe again. Meddy took that as his chance and rolled out from underneath the furry body. He looked sadly at his broken bow for a microsecond before throwing it to the side. Out of his left boot, he took out a set of throwing stars.

Drea stalked slowly forward. To an untrained eye, it looked like an animal stalking its prey.

However, Sevin and Cardial knew better. Drea was exhausted. He was still an untrained wolf, and his shift had taken a toll on him. This was in addition to the wounds Meddy had inflicted on both his hind legs. He had used most of his remaining strength to pounce on Meddy earlier therefore he was very much exhausted.

Although all this was very much true, Drea wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk Meddy was wearing on his face. So he pushed himself forward with that thought in mind.

Meddy did not give him time to rest as he threw three stars at Drea. He ducked, but it nicked the top of his furry head, drawing blood.

He resumed his path and bit into Meddy's left leg and pulled. Meddy fell to the ground with a thud but Drea did not release his leg, pulling until Lexine was sure she heard a pop. Was it possible to dislocate a leg? And how on earth had she heard a bone pop all the way up to where she was seated?

Meddy did not seem fazed with the wolf that was biting his leg. Using his right hand, he picked up a fistful of sand and threw it directly into Drea's eyes. Blinded, Drea swiped released Meddy's leg, swiped his paws forward, and took a big step back.

On swiping his paws, he had slashed Meddy's chest, breaking through his armor like it was wood and tearing through his skin, drawing blood. Aurinda tensed in her seat. Meddy ignored the slashes on his chest and the bite on his leg. He took out a dagger from his right boot and brought himself up.

He struggled to keep himself standing as he lowered his body down into a crouch. He planted his feet firmly into the ground. Drea growled and fixed his teary eyes at Meddy. His vision was blurry and although the wounds Meddy had inflicted had stopped bleeding, he still wobbled on his paws.

Lexine watched in pure shock as Drea pounced on Meddy, his jaws aiming for his throat. Meddy, however, had his dagger pointing forward so it pierced the soft underbelly of the werewolf. To prevent his throat from being torn into, he bent his back and threw the werewolf over his shoulder.

Due to this, he also fell onto his back with a thud. Drea had hit the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious. Meddy lay on his back, breathing heavily, his hands lay on his stomach. The colosseum was deathly silent. For those who had witnessed Meddy fight more than once, they were silent because of the respect they held on him. For those who were witnessing him fight for the first time, it was in awe and shock. Had an Anthropoid just defeated a full bred werewolf?

A pair of people ran onto the field and placed the passed-out wolf on a stretcher.

Karl flew down onto the field and with his loud voice, announced, "I hereby declare the winner Meddy Shahid of the Maynar house."

Another pair of people ran into the field to help Meddy up onto a stretcher.

The colosseum went up in an uproar at the announcement.

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