Trickster Wolf

Two

Sitting at the dining table I scan through all the fighters jotting down each of their strengths and weaknesses. Some of them I have encountered before so it is easier to know what the outcome of our fight will be although that was some time ago so they could have improved. Nonetheless I know that I would be able to win against them. Looking at the last person on the list he is just a scrawny kid, and it looks like it is his first time fighting in here. Mike shuffles away from the bedroom moving out of my sight I hear the kettle being filled up before it starts to boil. A coffee cup is softly placed next to me where there isn’t paper scattered across the table. Sitting down he shuffles through the paper reading through than adding titbits of information that I either forgot or didn’t know about. At some point note that Darius walks out turning the tv’s on and watching the news of which nothing interesting has really happened.

Mike and I move onto watching recorded videos of some of the contestants fighting style, for a lot of the contestants there aren’t any footage. It all helps narrow it down to who I am most likely going to fight in the end as I am going to be the last one to fight. I keep noticing that Darius concentration keep wavering over to us watching how we work together I find it interesting that he wants to watch us rather than the tv. Once finishing I motion Darius over standing up, I let him look over the table his eyes scanning over everything. Quickly explaining what it all is and how it should help he nods not asking any questions, but I see admiration in his eyes. Casting my view down focusing on the carpeted floor.

“I should go and train before the fight” Mumbling I head to the door putting my shoes on and leave. Finding my way easily to the training room with Darius and Mike close behind me, walking in some fighters are already here training with their trainers some having multiple others only having one. Straight off the bat the biggest male in here laughs at me his small following doing the same, he turns to his followers mocking me. Some of the other fighters that I have faced before quickly collect their belongings running out of the door scared of me.

“You should mainly work on close combat because if you’re going up against someone like him then there more likely want to use their hands” Nodding to the guy with his friends that I don’t even know how they were allowed in here.

Before doing anything, I stretch warming up my whole-body loosening everything becoming nimbler. Using a punching bag, I warm up with a few quick punches then moving in to use my legs delivering powerful blows. Doing what Mike instructed I finish my sets moving on to rounds of close combat, I motion to Darius as he sits watching me, he stands up coming over to the mat. Raising my fists, I fix my stance Darius doing the same other fighters stop to watch as fight around each other like were in some kind of dance where nothing else mattered but us clashing against each other. Evenly matched we dance around rhythmically fists aiming missing and landing at the end of it I still have him on the ground. Some of the other fighters cheering for me I look around at the younger ones who are cheering for me while the older ones who I have fought multiple times are scowling. Again, the gruffest male in here holding his superiority over some of the others, he comes up to me confronting me to say.

“We can’t possibly lose to a girl like you,” Smirking at him his smugness wavers for a second.

“Are you sure about that maybe I should challenge you here and now,” crossing my arms I stand tall not showing any weakness to him. He continues to look down on me his face darkens with the opportunity to fight me early on.

“This is not a good idea Camilla you know that challenging other fighters out of the ring is against the rules” Mike comments looking nervous especially towards the dude and his followers his eyes flickering from them to me and the only door out of here. Ignoring Mike I change my stance waving my hand for one of the followers to come at me one does running at me I easily managed to dodge his attach. Sadly, before it can continue security comes barging in holding the guys back from me as they get taken out of the room another security guard comes in and says sorry about the trouble. I tell him it’s alright he nods leaving helping to take the guys away.

Deciding it would be best to go back to our room I walk out of the training room with Darius and Mike following close behind. Once inside I go to the lounge turning the TVs on seeing that the three guys have been taken out of the fight. I quickly go to the kitchen table and reorder the papers until I am happy.

Sighing I lean back in my chair looking up to the bland white ceiling boredom and tiredness tugs on me wanting to do something but also going to sleep. Looking to the only clock in the room I see that it has gotten quite late, I look around the room seeing Mike already in bed asleep and Darius sitting on the couch watching something on tv. Stretching I slide out of the chair stepping to the back of the couch where I stand behind Darius for a second before I slump down draping my arms over his shoulders. Resting my head in the crook of his neck taking in his scent. He reaches for my hands holding them softly, he gets up still holding onto my hands walking around the couch to me letting go of my hands he moves closer. Suddenly picking me up with one arm under my knees the other holding my back I put my arm around his neck to help support me. He carries me to our bed softly putting me down he climbs into bed as well tuning the lights off.