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Story: His Hell Girl
He's holding a battle axe in each hand, wielding them around as if they're an extended part of his body.
"Dear God." The words slip from my lips.
He looks anything but human as he advances forward. And as I get a better look at him, I realize he has the same blank gaze as the soldiers we'd fought earlier.
"How can he get past that armor?" Bianca shakes her head, echoing my own thoughts.
There are very few open spots in the armor where the pieces meet each other. But other than that, there's absolutely no place Vlad could hit without hurting himself first.
The warrior smirks at Vlad, and that's when I realize he's holding something else under his armpit.
A helmet.
"My god." I can't help the way my body starts to shake, anxiety clinging to me like a second skin as I look between Vlad, all but naked, and the newcomer, all but armored.
He puts his helmet on, and just like his armor, it has spikes all over the top surface.
"I don't think I've ever seen an armor like that," Adrian notes, frowning at the metal piece.
"It must be heavy, right?" I ask, my eyes glued to the arena. When they agree, I continue. "Then Vlad has the speed advantage. I'm sure he can work something out. You know him," I half-turn, a feeble smile on my lips, "he's unbeatable."
"I wish I could share your enthusiasm, Sisi," my brother comments, his features grim.
The moment they are both within a few feet of each other, the battle's already begun.
I try my best to make out Vlad's expression, curious how he feels about his opponent. But then I remember.
He doesn't know fear.
And so my anxiety sparks up, because I don't want him to have reckless confidence. Not in the face ofthat.
They circle around each other, and Vlad seems to be assessing him, his eyes roving over the armor in what I can only guess is an attempt to find a weak spot.
"How do you even fight something like that…" Bianca mutters, getting closer to her husband.
"I don't think you do," he answers grimly.
His words worry me since he has years of experience as an underground fighter. So if anyone could gauge the odds of the match it would be him.
Yet the more he speaks, the more agitated I get.
Calm down.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.
This is Vlad we're talking about. He's not only physically unbeatable, but he's also a genius. And if someone can beat the armored guy weaponless, then certainly it's him.
The giant charges him first, thrusting his armor-clad body into him and hoping to penetrate him with the spikes. Vlad is indeed faster as he ducks, rolling down on the floor toward the man's feet.
Gripping his ankles, one of the only areas not covered by spikes, he flexes his muscles to throw the man forward.
Vlad's entire face turns red from the exertion, and as much as the giant struggles to get out of his grasp, he can't. Instead, I watch dazed as Vlad uses his unnatural strength to lift him off the floor enough to catapult him forward.
The giant loses his equilibrium, the momentum causing him to fall face forward, his helmet slapping his face from the inside. No doubt, at the contact with the ground, the spikes also reverberate through his whole body. He reels back in pain, sluggishly trying to get up.
"No way," Bianca curses.
"How much do you think that man weighs?" I ask, still shocked by what I'd just witnessed.
"Dear God." The words slip from my lips.
He looks anything but human as he advances forward. And as I get a better look at him, I realize he has the same blank gaze as the soldiers we'd fought earlier.
"How can he get past that armor?" Bianca shakes her head, echoing my own thoughts.
There are very few open spots in the armor where the pieces meet each other. But other than that, there's absolutely no place Vlad could hit without hurting himself first.
The warrior smirks at Vlad, and that's when I realize he's holding something else under his armpit.
A helmet.
"My god." I can't help the way my body starts to shake, anxiety clinging to me like a second skin as I look between Vlad, all but naked, and the newcomer, all but armored.
He puts his helmet on, and just like his armor, it has spikes all over the top surface.
"I don't think I've ever seen an armor like that," Adrian notes, frowning at the metal piece.
"It must be heavy, right?" I ask, my eyes glued to the arena. When they agree, I continue. "Then Vlad has the speed advantage. I'm sure he can work something out. You know him," I half-turn, a feeble smile on my lips, "he's unbeatable."
"I wish I could share your enthusiasm, Sisi," my brother comments, his features grim.
The moment they are both within a few feet of each other, the battle's already begun.
I try my best to make out Vlad's expression, curious how he feels about his opponent. But then I remember.
He doesn't know fear.
And so my anxiety sparks up, because I don't want him to have reckless confidence. Not in the face ofthat.
They circle around each other, and Vlad seems to be assessing him, his eyes roving over the armor in what I can only guess is an attempt to find a weak spot.
"How do you even fight something like that…" Bianca mutters, getting closer to her husband.
"I don't think you do," he answers grimly.
His words worry me since he has years of experience as an underground fighter. So if anyone could gauge the odds of the match it would be him.
Yet the more he speaks, the more agitated I get.
Calm down.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.
This is Vlad we're talking about. He's not only physically unbeatable, but he's also a genius. And if someone can beat the armored guy weaponless, then certainly it's him.
The giant charges him first, thrusting his armor-clad body into him and hoping to penetrate him with the spikes. Vlad is indeed faster as he ducks, rolling down on the floor toward the man's feet.
Gripping his ankles, one of the only areas not covered by spikes, he flexes his muscles to throw the man forward.
Vlad's entire face turns red from the exertion, and as much as the giant struggles to get out of his grasp, he can't. Instead, I watch dazed as Vlad uses his unnatural strength to lift him off the floor enough to catapult him forward.
The giant loses his equilibrium, the momentum causing him to fall face forward, his helmet slapping his face from the inside. No doubt, at the contact with the ground, the spikes also reverberate through his whole body. He reels back in pain, sluggishly trying to get up.
"No way," Bianca curses.
"How much do you think that man weighs?" I ask, still shocked by what I'd just witnessed.
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