Stepping through a shimmering portal, Mistress Moon entered the arena, her head cocking ever so slightly as she gazed at the two fighters. The Samurai’s weapon was posed only a mere millimeter from the Raider’s skin and she smiled widely, her teeth showing in her delight. There was blood spilled on the floor...and on the men themselves...and as she walked around them, she let her fingers glide across their wounds, her touch leaving behind a trace memory of heat.
They were both fine fighters and she eagerly awaited bringing one of them into her fold. Unlike the first round, there was no Kraken to take away her prize. One man would join her army and serve her. It was a pity the Purgament only happened once a year...her horde was always in need of healthy specimens.
With a laugh, Moon turned away from the scene, leaving a bloody handprint on the wall as she stopped any further movement on its part. Already the men fought closely, so much so they would find it difficult to escape each other’s weapons. Her wait was almost over...only one round before her decision would be made. Into the portal she returned, the candles flickering as it closed, leaving behind the faint hint of decaying leaves.
As time returned to normal, the samurai’s blade met its mark, much to the enjoyment of the shadowed entertainer. His dance intensified...the disembodied voices screamed in approval...and each fighter felt a surge of adrenaline unlike anything they had ever experienced, filling them with renewed energy and blood lust.
…’fight to the death’...echoed in each of their heads.
One post each remains. Fight well...and enjoy your demise!