5 Strength of Together

His eyes burned into me mixed with pain and hate.

"I, Orrin Hale, will accept your challenge!" He roared.

"And I, Ivory Slaughter, will challenge you on behalf of my soul bonded Moonstone." I answered back. To me it seemed funny that he accepted my challenge without me even asking him.

Tables and chairs were cleared in a circle that would act as a ring. People love watching fights they loved the anticipating that came with watching a fight between the strong.

When both of us were facing each other in the circle Orrin charged right a way. With a wild fist that he flung out to land on my face. His fist was encased in a brown shimmery film that signified that Orrin was drawing on his soul partners power. Form how vibrant the color was it was easy to see that while he was near the bottom of the chain he was still on the top of the bottom.

I trying to figure out a way to draw on Moonstones strength in that split second that I had to evade the fist. In such a fight I didn't want to be knocked out with the first punch that was thrown my way. It was demolish my confidence and tear down the new light that the clan was starting to look at me now.

Suddenly I knew that in that split second that I would never fail. Now I finally had a chance to rise up and stand at the top where I belonged. And I would never allow and anyone to stand in the way of my progression to get stronger.

Combined with the determination was still a slight bit of panic. Because of the both of these things something inside of me snapped.

The bond between Moonstone and I had been shaky because it was so new, but no longer. Those emotions caused the bond to fully set in and the sensation was mind-blowing.

The strength that Moonstone held was too large for someone so new. Now I finally knew why a dragon was the King of the mythical creatures.

Through my own emotion I felt Moonstones, the joy and thrill she got from toying with the horse. Yes, toying. Moonstone was just joyfully jumping around and evading the advances of the horse and was slightly nipping and infuriating the horse.

It was then that I realized that Moonstone blood. She loved the taste and the smell of it. In her young heart was so much blood lust that it was almost overpowering.

It crashed into me all of it in that split second and not just her strength ans speed, but her blood lust as well.

On my face an evil smile that sent shivers down every spectators back had risen. Throwing out my own fist that was encased with it's own silver film made me seem even more like a phantom now more than ever.

Of course, I didn't care that I looked like a living nightmare-not with the blood lust coursing through my veins.

Pulling the top half of my body to the side so that the mans fist flew past my shoulder when it should have hit hard and my chest. Quickly and effortlessly grabbing his wrist, twisting like a snake so that m back was to him, I used his wrist to throw him over my shoulder.

The graceful move and skill awed the crowd and the excitement and awe in their eyes was dazzling.

A loud snapping sound filled the air and then was closely followed by a yelp of pain. Even when I was barely able to walk I was told that pain was a weakness- as was everyone in the clan.

My head felt clear as water, but almost as if there was someone else in my body that was part way controlling me and my limbs. Surprisingly such a feeling... felt natural.

With such a strong sense of blood lust and the fact that from such small pain made a warrior from the Warrior Clan cry out in pain pissed me off! How dare he rely too much on his bonded and become so soft like this! When among the clan was this every allowed?

If I was to act so shamefully like he did today then I would be whipped till an inch of my life.

Thinking of such thoughts a slow and sinister smile that nearly split my face spread.

While he was trying to get up off his knees while cradling his hand to his chest I walked over to him with measured and silent steps. When I was right in front of him my pale face and silver eyes lowered to look at him.

His eyes widened with fear shinning in them, "Please I admit defeat. You win it was foolish of us to stand in your way! You are clearly much stronger than us! Forgive us for our sins to the strong."

Cowered I thought viciously.

How could I be sure that if an enemy was to be the one facing him he wouldn't betray us to save his own skin?

My hand slithered out and caught his throat and lifting him up into the air, I smiled. He was struggling with his good hand trying to dislodge my grip. Useless. He is utterly useless.

Pulling him close to me to only throw him out and he flew until he hit the wooden walls of the Food Hall. He landed and slide down the wall nearly breaking right through. There was blood flowing from his mouth and he looked as pale as I did.

Working hard to close the energy bond between myself and Moonstone only then did logical thoughts that weren't clouded by the need for blood return to me.

I thought that I would be shocked or at least feel sorry, but I didn't not in the slightest. Before maybe I would have even though it wouldn't have kept me up at night before I was bonded, but I would still feel something other than this void of uncaring.

My conclusion led to that being bonded to Moonstone I had toughened up even more than I was before. Before I had never been soft nor a pushover, but I had always wondered why those with soul bonded were so much more violent.

Now it was plain to see as that seemed like the path I was walking down now.

And it didn't bother me a bit!