Viktorija Adelyte Kazlauskas

Chapter Nineteen

Viktorija didn’t know why she was still there, oh right. She still hadn’t had her turn; her and Charlies as she looked at the roof. Xavierra had moved them to a building near the Academy, at least she could get some fresh air if Ismay got her nerves.

Ismay and Etienne had, and Viktorija hadn’t been surprised by the results. Nor was she surprised by her Team Justus getting through. She had been glad that the seal on Launce’s shoulder were helping him.

Ismay had lost to Jakoba, while Etienne won against someone Viktorija didn’t really care to remember. Ismay didn’t train and Jakoba did, she trained with several people; so Viktorija didn’t hold her breath for that one.

Not that she cared about Ismay, who was still sulking about her result. Like she thought she could win against someone who trained. At first Ismay whined about her back being broken and how should mean that Jakoba shouldn’t be allowed to continue into the Tournament.

No one would get her to help the whining brat; no one.

“Viktorija, you might want to get going,” Emilek told her, Viktorija looked at the bored before flipping over the bar and onto the fighting floor. Sighing, since she had to fight Bardawulf and she didn’t want to deal with the Alpha male moron.

“I get the easy one,” Bardawulf told her, while Faoiltiama nipped his leg before he could start laughing. Viktorija would admit that she was short, but Bardawulf was taking her height to mean that she was weak.

She was going to have fun with this one.

“Bardawulf, I think you took my line from me,” Viktorija told him while slipping into her mother’s fighting style. She knew that the older generations would know the Kazlauskas style of hand to hand, but Bardawulf and people their age would never had seen it. “I’m going to kick your pretty boy ass, Faoiltiama might actually be a challenge.”

Faoiltiama growled at her, while Bardawulf echoed that noise, before grinning at them, “like hell you could, girly.”

“No. It would be too easy,” Viktorija told him. “I think Charlies would agree with them.”

“Why you,” Bardawulf growled at her, before charging at where she was standing; leaving Faoiltiama behind him. Viktorija quickly caught his fist, forcing him to bend over to her height and she drove her knee into his stomach and connected her foot with his nose.

A loud snap bringing Faoiltiama charging at her.

It wasn’t her fault that Bardawulf was easy to predict. He had too much pride and envy; he was jealous of his older brother and sister; this she could use against him and she could use his pride as well.

All was fair in love and war.

“Is that all you do?” Viktorija asked him as she jumped away from Faoiltiama’s attack. Elbowing the Direwolf in the neck, sure, she had to use chakra to make her hits slightly stronger, but no one would be able to tell.

She didn’t want to hurt Faoiltiama badly, which was why it was easier to get her out of the way sooner rather than later. She had always liked animals more than humans, the few wild Direwolves that she had ran into as a child, was nicer to her than most of the ‘tame’ humans she had been forced to talk to.

Cartwheeling away from Bardawulf’s next attack, she jumped onto his shoulders and wrapped her arms around her his neck. After a few seconds, he dropped to the ground like a bag of flour.

“Winner, Viktorija Kazlauskas,” Alix senor announced.

Getting up, Viktorija placed three medical seals on the back of Bardawulf’s neck. She watched as the medic’s took both him and Faoiltiama to the medical room. He’d be awake in ten minutes, cranky and pissed off, but he would be fine. She’ll tell her his team that he’ll be fine, her medical seals rarely failed on her, more so, basic ones that she used on him.

Looking at Katriane, she nodded her head and walked over to them, ignoring Ismay as she glared at the back of her head.

“Katriane?” Viktorija asked as she stood in front of the woman, she didn’t know her despite Xavierra claiming that Katriane was her best female friend. “Bardawulf will be fine, should be up in the next ten minutes. He might be a bit cranky, nothing that’ll permanently affect his senses or abilities.”

“Thank you,” Katriane told her; even she knew that her student listened to his pride more than his sense of reason. She could only hope that this would open his eyes to how that could cost him his life, if he wasn’t careful. Viktorija was in the position to snap his neck. “I’ll tell Dix and Antionette, they’ll want to visit him.”

“Did you have to do that,” Ismay hissed at her as she made her way back to her spot, she had to stay with them or else she would have made her to Aldona and Azuloas by now. Viktorija just looked at her, Jakoba must have bruised more than her ego. “He’s a member of Nestanha, you should’ve let him win!”

“And why should I have done that?” Viktorija asked her, bored and done with talking to Ismay already. She might have also wanted to punch her through the nearest window, but she was sure that someone would stop her.

“Because you’re a monster. And monsters don’t deserve to win,” Ismay coldly told her, while Viktorija turned around and faced her. “Monsters are the ones who get killed by the knight, you’re going to die.”

“Ismay, if you like living and breathing,” Viktorija told her, the i***t kept forgetting that they weren’t in a story; the good guy didn’t always win, and the bad guy wasn’t always as they seemed. “I would shut that f*****g mouth of yours, before I destroy your voice box and never have hear the moronic things coming at of your mouth. I may be the monster, but you’re the w***e that’ll be killed in the back-alley way.”

“Or what? Dead last?” Ismay asked her.

“That’s it!” Viktorija screeched at her, the next fight starting behind her and she doubted that anyone from any other village would see her doing this. “That does it! You’re dead. Dead!”

“I’m your teammate. So that’ll make you trash,” Ismay smugly told her, but her smug look didn’t stay long when Viktorija slammed her hand against her stomach.

“You’re not. You’re a leech and leeches need to be killed before they get you killed.” Before Ismay knew what was happening, Viktorija had her by her throat. Katriane was soon next to her, trying to remove her hands from Ismay’s throat.

“Drop her, Viktorija,” Dix told her, putting his hand on her shoulder, but that made her tightened her hand. When Dix tightened his hand, she loosened her hand and when Ismay dropped to the ground, when Ismay went to get up.

Viktorija connected her foot to Ismay’s nose and breaking it.

Blood going down the front of Ismay’s shirt as Viktorija walked away from them and outside. She needed air and she knew that Etienne would tell her what happened next, but she spotted Apoloniusz and followed him.

She almost felt sorry for him; almost. He was working with Lynne; he was the reason that Ismay knew her record in the first place and he was going to pay for it.

“You work with Lynne,” Viktorija told him as she cornered him, her chakra draining seal appearing around them before he could blink, and she spotted one on his right arm. Azuloas, her mind supplied. “I remember you. You were there when I killed Lynne’s spy, how could I forget such a pretty face.”

Apoloniusz just looked at her as he felt his life slip away from his, he was going to die, and he couldn’t tell Lynne what he had learnt. He couldn’t help Lynne get into his new body, he would be forced to go into another one and then be forced to wait until he can get a new one.

Staring at glowing blue eyes, he felt water going around his throat and his neck was snapped, then he knew no more. When his body hit the ground with a thug, Viktorija looked at the dead man with glowing orange eyes.

Fire eating away at his flesh as white feathers fall from the sky and a roar was heard behind her.

Someone had left the Lion of Pride take over Kamuzu’s body, and now Nestanha had to deal with the destruction that they had missed fifteen years ago.