Re: Incarnation Death Match 3 Regeneration

The luxurious room Claire and Fiora were waiting in created a sort of contrast, as if they were angels beckoned away from heaven and into the unknown. The screams from outside made the excitement almost palpable, the heat of the late afternoon sun doing nothing to dampen the mood. Upon seeing the gate open, Fiora simply nodded and stared at Claire with her gray eyes.

The silence was uncomfortable, suffocating even. Fiora's memory loss and stoic demeanor kept her from starting conversations, while Claire's gaze seemed to try to look at anything but the only other person in the room. Her deep blue eyes scanned everything, as if trying to find something, anything interesting, in the room. The room was barren, save for chairs, tables and some simple refreshment.

"Are you ready, Fiora?" Claire asked, attempting to break the silence. She reached into her pants pocket, and gripped the small thing inside, fear strangling her from within.

"I am whenever you are, Claire."

"Have you ever considered anything beside fighting? What about your… yourself? Have you ever considered it?"

"Your feelings will tell you what to do." Fiora stepped forward, closed her eyes, and sighed. "All will be clear in time… That is all I know. Let's go, Claire."

Bewildered and confused, Claire simply nodded and the conversation stilled to an awkward end.

As expected, the arena was bustling, the whistles, screams, and chatter getting even louder the moment both stepped out into the field. Unperturbed, Fiora kept walking, before finally stopping just a little bit behind the provided short, white line.

Unlike Fiora, who seemed to possess an inhuman composure towards the upcoming battle, Claire glanced around the audience seats, internally regretting her choice to be the handler. There was a certain, undeniable awe to be felt from seeing the action on the comfort of the seats, but now that the position has switched, fear, the stakes, and expectation from the audience began weighing on her mind.

No.

Claire shook her head, trying to get rid of the intrusive thoughts. Her life, and by extension, Ivanna and Fiora, depended on this moment. Yet again, her hand went on her pocket, feeling the small, metallic thing inside.

"-and now, from the other side! We have another newcomer. This charming gentleman, Reyvan, along with his equally charming companion, Trosker! The contrast, yet united by one theme, has attracted the attention of many even before the compet.i.tion! Will he grow into a star, beloved by many? Or will his early career fizzle out as soon as it started?Give us a round of applause for an early fight between an ranker and a Divine!"

"Reyvan!"

"We love you, Reyvan!"

"Go, Reyvan!"

"Trosker!"

"Just when I thought this place wouldn't get any noisier…" Claire rubbed her forehead.

"It certainly could, then." Fiora replied, her right hand tracing the chain tied on her left forearm. "It's starting, get ready."

"Hey! Nice to meet you." Trosker waved, his light brown hair waving in the wind. He was barechested, his lower half covered by a pair of simple black pants, while his lean, but muscular chest is covered in scars. "Name's Trosker, this one's Reyvan. Rey, aren't you being d.a.m.n gloomy? Show some smile!"

"They're our opponents, you know. Stop smiling to everyone you meet." Reyvan scowled, elbowing his companion. He was pretty well dressed, a stark contrast to the barechested man. His short, neatly combed brown hair was somehow staying in place in spite of the wind, as if trying to highlight the contrast between them even further.

"So?" Trosker raised his eyebrows, his emerald green eyes staring at his companion in bewilderment. "Doesn't mean I have to make it personal. They're been nice to us so far."

"It's not even two minutes."

Claire just stared at the two of them, before deciding to stare at Fiora. As expected, she wasn't even budging in the slightest.

"Geez, little girl. You look like you've seen some c.r.a.p." Trosker sighed. "Lighten up a bit."

"I'm fine with myself as it is."

"Oh goodness, this is peak comedy!" Trosker barked out a loud laugh. "I'm fighting with a clueless one!"

"It seems some of our contestants are enjoying themselves! However, as on schedule, the fight starts in a matter of seconds! Count down with me, everyone! Ten!"

"If that is the extent of your strength of will, you are going to lose, little lady." Trosker held the end of his blue chain, ready to unravel the binding from his left knuckle.

"Sure." Fiora's answer was even, no trace of emotion in her tone.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The moment echoes of bells marking the beginning of the match resounded, the two has already disappeared, turning into red and brown colored blur. The two's chains were lying on the arena floor, amidst the flying dust and debris overtaking the place.

Without further ado, both handlers took their own Incarnations' glowing chains.

All of a sudden, Claire felt a sudden gust of wind in front of her.

Followed by Fiora pulling her out of the way.

The forcefield protecting the walls shook as a ma.s.sive shape punched it. Without breaking a sweat, the figure turned around, revealing a ma.s.sive, muscled man covered in feathers. His head is shaped like a golden hawk's, piercing green eyes contrasting the ma.s.sive wings unfurled on his back.

"No bark, but you certainly can bite, little lady!" Trosker, the hawk man, let out a hearty laugh, no hostility in his voice. "We made the right choice joining this thing, after all!"

"Dammit, Trosker. Just kill her and take the f.u.c.king necklace already! We don't have all day to spend on this." His face was pale, as if he was swallowing his screams of pain.

"Yeah, yeah. Snippy as always." Trosker shrugged and charged forward, yet again meeting Fiora's chains. Fiora threw several flat, red hot crystals while moving her chains, aiming for Trosker's abdomen with the makeshift crystalline knives. The knives found their mark, marring the hawk man's scarred upper body with even more scars.

"You're a tough one." Trosker landed, without as much as blinking even with several crystals lodged down his abdomen, and pulled the crystals out. White smoke rose from his hand, the crystals searing the feathers on his palm. The moment he threw the heated objects down, all his wounds healed away, leaving scars in their place.

"I see. That is how you were able to take my attacks head-on." Fiora nodded. "But how about your handler?"

"Oh, he will be fine. The better question is, how about yours?"

A lone, golden brown feather streaked across them, nicking Fiora on the cheek, close to her right eye, and landed between Trosker's middle and index fingers.

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In the background, Claire, who has been trying to sneak away and grab Reyvan's necklace, stopped upon noticing the small, distracting, and stinging pain close to her right eye. There was no blood, but the pain was similar to getting a paper cut, shallow, yet enough to make her stop for a few seconds.

Not expecting the sensation, she grimaced in pain. As a result, she stopped advancing.

"Don't draw the battle for too long, Trosker! Get the necklace!"

"Heh, fine. Let's end this!" Trosker nodded and rushed forward, sending sand and rocks across the arena in his pursuit towards Claire. Fiora followed suit from the other direction, chains extended to hinder the golden eagle, while she ran as fast as possible to save her handler.

The field shook, translucent cracks appearing on the surface of the forcefield.

"Ugh!" Claire grimaced and stiffened, feeling intense pain on her left leg, as Fiora jumped up to avoid the attack with her handler in her arms. The seemingly frail, silent Fiora was unruffled, still. However, blood trickled down Fiora's left leg, evidence that she did not escape from Trosker as unscathed as her expression implied.

"This is going nowhere, Fiora."

Fiora nodded, without saying anything.

Claire held up the blue, glowing chain with her left hand, dangling the chain as both of them descended towards the ground. Trosker, with his wings spread wide, keeps on attacking without relent, while Fiora tried to keep her handler safe by dodging and occasionally retaliating with her chains and crystals.

Knowing the wide reach of her chains, Trosker kept Fiora distracted, aiming for the obvious deadweight to keep them from attacking his handler. Even as he looked like a pincushion filled with crystals, he did not stop.

"Fiora, do you trust me?"

"What do you wish for me to do, Claire?" Fiora asked.

"Keep attacking, and take the chain when I give it to you." Claire answered.

Trosker flew even higher up, just out of reach from Fiora's chains. In response, she clenched her right fist, causing the crystal claws on each fingertip to glow red, and ran backwards while facing Trosker. On the other side of the arena, she extended her chains towards both sides of the arena, using them as a makeshift catapult.

Both of them were launched into the air at high speeds, their hair whipping every which way. Within half a second, Fiora was already in front of the golden eagle, red-hot claws extended and ready to strike.

Shocked for a split second, Trosker was unable to dodge.

"Argh!"

From the ground, a pained, strangled scream echoed through the arena, right as the claws singed off the feathers on Trosker's face.

"Now, Fiora!"

Fiora nodded, taking the blue chain and swiftly threw Claire across the arena, right towards the source of the scream. Realizing what had just happened, Trosker turned away and dashed, becoming a golden blur.

Right as a single red-hot chain extended and restrained him in a flash of light.

"Do not avert your eyes from your opponent." Fiora held the blue chain with her bare left hand, while her left hand were still covered with a gauntlet. Even as her armor started disappearing from her left side, she remained calm, not even a stray twitch of muscle.

"She says one thing and you just do it without thinking?" Trosker hissed. "I take it back, you're not even a robot, you're nothing but a meat puppet! Divine-rank strength is wasted on you!"

Fiora stared at him, as if daring him to continue. "One more thing, pay attention to your surroundings."

"Argh!"

Again, Reyvan screamed, this time much more agonizing than before.

In a split second, Trosker shook off Fiora's binding chain and rushed towards his handler. His body turned into an almost invisible blur.

"Enough. It's your win, missy. There's no need to hurt my handler any more than he already is." Trosker said, his voice solemn.

Bam!

Claire was thrown off Reyvan and sent flying, the pendant of his necklace safe in her death grip. Right before she hit the forcefield wall, Fiora dropped the blue, glowing chain, and extended the chains from her gauntlets in an attempt to lessen the impact.

Still, it was a hard impact.

Claire saw stars, her vision almost blurred, and her head throbbed. But still, she held the small pendant shaped like a cursive letter 'D' from Reyvan's necklace, a proof of her victory. She reached into her pocket, and sighed in relief upon touching the warm metal within.

Proof of her first win is safe within her grasp.