Rezhathii’s fans erupted in wild cheers when she saw her slam her opponent a dozen meters away, but soon quieted when they saw Eva recover quickly. Those cheering fans quickly turned to jeer at her, as though she had cheated them of her defeat.
A few were astounded by what they saw.
“D-did you see what that human did?”
“So what? It’s just another frail ape! It’s only gotten lucky so far - just you watch!”
To some, it was unthinkable that any Drogar would fall to any human and did their best to reinforce that idea among those around them. A few were completely unconvinced and realized that there was more to humans than frailty.
Rezhathii was one of those Drogar. She now understood that
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Eva stumbled slightly as the platform hit the bottom of the Pit. As she ambled out into the preparatory floor, the corpse of her dead opponent was dragged off to who knows where.She grasped at her abdomen, which dripped blood out of her two puncture wounds.“That was really kinda dumb of me,” Eva muttered.“Yeah, it was,” Severas said.She had made her way to Eva’s side quickly the moment the platform hit the bottom. The Justicar placed a hand on her shoulder and helped steady her.“Armor got dinged up a bit,” said Eva, “and I gotta get it patched up.”“No,” replied Severas. “We need to get you to the clinic
Admiral Chase and Swarmfather Retholis stepped through the lowered gate, out of the prisoner compound, and into the Green Zone. They, along with Retholis’ personal guard, headed towards his private gondola parked nearby. “You really oughta stop taking me out like this,” said Admiral Chase. “You’re making it look like we’re arranging a political marriage between us.” “That’s not a thing with you humans?” said Retholis. “What a shame. You could be doing yourselves a favor. Sometimes, the empire needs the stability afforded by them.” “Well, they do happen, just with the corporations. They do it to seal alliances with each other, following ancient traditions or whatever bullshit. As if sharing blood ever stopped us from spilling it.” “Sounds like you don’t approve.”
Grunts and shouts spilled into the air as Talyss and Eva danced around each other in their sparring circle and exchanged blows. A handful of Avicii Raptors watch them from the trees above. Their eyes watched the two with rapt attention.Eva, breaths hard and heavy, spun blade-first at Talyss’ throat. Determination was set deep in her eyes, even as sweat poured down all around her forehead.In contrast to Eva’s wide, sweeping movements, Talyss was absolutely calm and moved just enough to get out of the way. Sometimes she would parry Eva’s strikes with her thin baton, but with such grace that it didn’t seem she used any power at all.“One, two, three,” she said, “and press!”With the same cadence as Talyss’ countdown, E
Cheers erupted from the stands as duelists cut each other to ribbons on the arena floor below. Fresh blood splattered down across the fighting rings, and clumped up from the sand surrounding. With slightly labored breaths, Eva adjusted her stance as she reassessed her opponent. There were a number of scratches across her armor, along with a handful of actual cuts. And her opponent - a tall and lithe Drogar in highly ornate armor - also looked similarly worse for the wear. Her breathing was hard, and her armor was covered with numerous cuts. A few bled. In her hand was a long beltknife that held tiny serrations all along its edge. The two duelists circled around each other and adjusted their stances as they searched for any openings from the other. “You’re
With her blade high in the air, Eva swung it down with incredible power. Her slash tore at the air in front of her and headed straight towards her opponent’s head. But before it could get there, it was stopped by her opponent’s beltknife. Though her opponent was able to parry her decisive blow, he was pushed back from the sheer force of it. He stumbled backwards with clumsy steps, but was able to catch himself before he completely lost his balance. His body heaved visibly as he fought vainly to catch his breath. And his armor was covered in scratches and cuts, some of which bled. “Dammit, human!” said the challenger, “How’re you this damned good?!” “Practice,” Eva responded. “Gah! Don’t ridicule me! I practice ever
The Ra’ventrii armor hung in the air above a portable NanoRepair Platform, which glowed a light green as it slowly repaired the armor itself. A swarm of nanites flowed around the armor and slowly stitched and restrengthened it back to perfect working condition. Next to it was the Ra’ventrii beltknife, which was also floating above its own portable NRP. It too had its own nanite cloud which reshaped, resharpened, and rehoned the edge down to its atomic structure. Alevos tweaked the settings of the blade’s resharpening on his circular datapad while Eva looked over his shoulder. Similarly, Miko and Szereth pored over the armor’s performance data, and tweaked its responsiveness carefully. With great fanfare and multiple vocal flourishes, an announcer’s voice resounded throughout the arena.
Miko looked intently at the messenger bag right in front of her face. Or, perhaps, it was more accurate to say she was right up on the bag itself. She was so close that she could see just how fine the stitching was along the seams.She drew back as she picked up from the rack in front of her, and slowly ran her open hand across its surface. It was mildly stippled leather, and dyed a deep blue, as though it belonged in the ocean.Perhaps the animal that it was made out of came from the ocean just below.It felt smooth, yet bumpy. Like a tiny cobblestone street.Miko crinkled her nose and put it back on the rack with the rest of the bags. It was a feel that didn’t quite sit right with her, so she moved on further down the aisle. There, more and more bags waited
The Admiral passed a cup of coffee over to Retholis. A little steam escaped its surface as he sniffed at it. She then grabbed her own cup from the coffee table in front of him, then sat in a chair across.The two of them looked at each other as they took quiet sips of their drink.Around them was the Admiral’s makeshift office and some of her self-defined kinetic furniture. All in all, it was pretty barebones. Certainly nothing like her cutting-edge lab in her high-tech asteroid base.But she made do.There was a desk with a well-used terminal on it. It was flanked by mostly bare shelves, and in front of it were the two highly comfortable chairs they were now using. Between their chairs was the coffee table with a fresh pot of coffee on it.