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.
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I just wanted a chapter where most of the focus was on the action itself, rather than highlight too many adjacent themes.
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.
Eva faced off against opponent after opponent in the Viper Pit. She saw victory after victory as the blood of her enemies flowed freely at her feet. And with every victory came the price - each time she was cut, beat, stabbed, crushed. But not once did she fall. Instead, she was the only one that stood at the end.Just as her opponents fell before her, so did her odds. Every win instilled a measure of confidence in her, and more and more bets flew her way. In the beginning she had few cheers from the spectators, but that grew greatly over the course of nine fights.By the time she cut down the Second Seed of Tier Five, nearly half the seats cheered for her, and yet her numbers were still 10 to 1.Those who watched her began to truly understand her capabilities, though th
Orsethii visibly relaxed her guard by a millimeter after Eva’s question. But only just. The two of them might have held some respect for fellow pilots, but it didn’t mean they weren’t enemies.After all, they were still in the middle of a deadly match.Eva leapt forward, ducked into a roll, then sprang up blade-first at Orsethii. But her swing purposefully lacked power, and Orsethii was able to evade it with ease.“So what, ape?” she said. “What’s it to you?”“Why’re you even wasting your time here?” Eva countered. “In a dusty arena under the surface of your own planet? Aren’t you a pilot? Don’t have any pride in your wings? You oughta be flying! Up there, far out there!”
Cries of victory and loud cheers erupted from all around the arena. The anti-human section was especially celebratory after seeing Eva take the massive hit. Some were already ecstatically chanting “Crush The Ape” in absolute unison, over and over.Eva’s vision blurred as she fought to stay conscious. Her mind raced as she tried to push her body to stand up. She felt her blood pounding all around her skull as her head throbbed with pain.She did her best to focus on her opponent, but she was far too frazzled. All that she could tell was that Orsethii was severely out of breath, but was slowly advancing towards her many meters away.Her right eye stung, and when she reached to ease it, found it slick with some sort of viscous liquid. So she kept it squinted, though it was painful to do.
“So you’re telling me that Bellum Aeterna never had this Godeater thing?” asked Eva.Both Eva and Miko were on a video call with Jackson Stone, and had more than a few questions for him since they last spoke. Because he didn’t mention either Drogar or Godeater at that time, they assumed that they weren’t part of the game’s design. Maybe he could have forgotten. Or maybe he hid them on purpose.So they asked him to confirm. Jackson shook his head in response.He looked more haggard than the last time they saw him. More sober, too. But not by much. Well, he was getting up in years. Eva reasoned that time was just starting to bear down on him.“No,” Jackson replied. “Nothing like what you described at all. Not even