Who Will Win?

At noon, the aggressive blazing sun was high in the sky. Olivia was staring at him with cold eyes when the light fell on him and she looked intimidating with those eyes.

For a minute the man felt frightened. How could a small girl like her scare him? No! It must be his illusion.

With more fierce eyes, he decided to teach her a lesson. Holding the sword in his hands, he lunged towards her to attack straight at her but when he stopped his sword only touched air.

The boy (Olivia) was not there at all. He looked to his left and right but could not see the boy. Did he already run away in fear?

"Where did he go? Did he accept de.."

"Bam!" Just before he could finish his words, he felt pain in his left gut. He turned to see a dagger and frail fair hands.

"You sneaky bastard!" he hollered but before he could turn he got another jab.

One, two, three. With a small but sharp dagger in her hands Olivia attacked the giant with all her force.

Though she intentionally kept the wounds hollow they were too many for him to handle and he lost his balance soon.

He was not able to attack Olivia again as most of his time was spent on defense yet his large body was not able to compare to her agility.

She was like a small squirrel that was attacking a big bear but due to her speed and using his weakness, she had a complete advantage.

His whole back and stomach was looking like a tank full of holes.

"If you did not accept defeat, the next target would be your face and this time I would not go lightly. If you have a scar no girl would ever like you again." She had seen how he was staring at the crowd to impress the girls who were looking at him shyly.

Every woman waits for her knight in shining armor and she knew that he was trying to be one.

The man who was still trying to get a hold of her dagger stiffened and as she had expected his face filled with horror.

"I accept defeat! Did you hear me, I accept defeat." he shouted for the emcee to listen, afraid that the small squirrel would really damage his face.

"But this is not over yet. We will fight again." showing his punch to her, he threatened but she just laughed and nodded her head nonchalantly.

He gnashed his teeth at her behavior. She treated him like he was a kid who was throwing tantrums after losing face.

If it was not for getting the first chance to attack him, he would have crushed her under his weight.

"Are you sure you want to accept defeat by big brother?" asked the emcee unsure of how this happened. He was their best swordsman and he had not attacked the small boy (Olivia) even once.

The emcee glared at Olivia who just took out her tongue and winked at him making the man embarrassed.

"The round is won by the young man, Oliver. Now the new player will challenge him." The gruff man glared at him for one last time as he walked down the temporary stage.

Gasps and murmurs filled the room, most of the men and women who had placed their money on him felt betrayed and started shouting for him to wait and fight.

"You can not accept defeat, mister. I have paid all my fortune to you."

"Yes, you can not be defeated. You are my hero!" The whispers soon turned into hollering and the whole place turned into chaos.

The organizers tried to silence them but it was futile. The next match could only start when everyone would take their seat. So other players went down and started explaining to the crowd who felt deceived and angry.

In the whole chaos, there was only one person who was standing calmly on the stage waiting for the other player to arrive.

There was not a single hint of tension even when many are glaring at her and swearing at her

On the other side,

"Olive is too calm for his age. I wonder what tricks were left under his belt."

"To think that the best player, the pride of the town, would lose so easily. I wonder how this new match will go?"

"Tsk! Why does it matter? Almost everyone had bet on him, now that he had lost, we have made a fortune this time. Thanks to this weakling, we are going to have a feast tonight."

"Hmm, the next match's bet would be more interesting."

Like flies, the crowd came swarming towards the seats as they waited for the next match.

Some of them changed their bets on Olive but Most of them thought that it was just luck. The man lost because he was too arrogant, otherwise a weakling like Olive would not be able to win.

With a sneer they waited for him to lose so that he could know his place.

Another man who came was not muscular but he was heighted. Instead of a sword, he had a dagger in his hands as his sharp eyes assed Olivia who was standing on the corner leaning on the pole while closing her eyes as if she was taking a nap.

Her face had a certain aloofness that made her intimidating.

"The next contender is sir Lucas, who has already passed the knighthood exam and is going to be part of the third order of knights from next week.

He is a strong man who is known for never losing his aim. Now the match will begin.'' The man came to the center of the stage when the girl finally opened her eyes and he took a step back.

Her eyes were so cold and dead that he remembered the demon he had once seen when he went for his knighthood test. Bloody Alex!