The Horde

"So… care to explain the situation?" Cane questioned "At least with some more depth than the bartender gave us"

Cane was sitting on the ground, inspecting a small knife he had been given before a staff member of the Midnight Brawl had placed both Kira and himself in a large glass cage situated in a room he believed to be below the colosseum he had briefly seen upon their arrival

"The Horde fight?" Kira questioned, tilting her head in his direction, a gesture that gave him the image of a confused polar bear before she began to explain upon seeing him nod " *Ahem* The horde fights consist of 2 people armed with only their wits, abilities and a knife fighting 20 armed and drugged criminals"

"Drugged?" Cane asked, Confused

Nodding she continued, playing with her own knife "yep, they're kept on a mix of opiates, hallucinogens, and adrenaline designed to cause maximum aggression and drive them feral" she indicated to the top of their cage and the floor they were sitting on as she talked "in a moment the roof will open and the floor will rise, placing us at one end of the arena and our opponents will be on the other. From there… bloodshed and death" she finished grinning triumphantly

"Should we come up with a game plan?" slightly taken by her childish attitude he shook his head and inquired "compare abilities and the like?"

Still smiling Kira put a hand to her chin, mock thinking before pointing to herself "names Kira, I like fighting, handsome men and my powers include increased strength and bulletproof skin" and then pointed to him and raised an eyebrow "your turn"

"Ability negation, applicable to a range of ten meters from myself but I can shape and move the field. I don't particularly like fighting or handsome men but I'm sure we have plenty in common" he responded neutrality, somehow both amused and annoyed by her constant jokes and humor

Looking unsurprised by his words Kira was about to speak but before she could do so the sound of grinding gears and a sudden jerky movement hitting them interrupted her and announced the beginning of their match as Cane felt them rising from where he sat

After a few seconds Cane squinted his eyes as the light hit them and he could hear the cheering of a crowd once his eyes adjusted he was able to see his surroundings. They stood, their glass cage lifting off of them in a large circular plane, the ground was just a thin layer of sand, contrasting the heavily decorated inner walls of the arena, made of white marble and engraved with patterns and images, that while he couldn't fully make out appeared detailed and well made

However what drew his attention the most was not the arena itself, nor the crowds of people sitting above them, cheering, catcalling, and mocking but instead the mob of people running towards them!

Still wearing their orange jumpsuits and holding a variety of weapons, the horde rushed towards them. The criminals frothing at the mouth and charging with feral aggression

"Wow, not giving us a second huh" He muttered under his breath

"They never do! Haha" Kira laughed, having heard him "you wanted a strategy right?!" she joked, looking down at him

He nodded

"You can have the stragglers!" she laughed, charging past him, towards the mob and slamming into them with the force of a truck, flooding Cane's ears with a sick orchestra of crunching bones and screams

Sigh

"Oh course" Cane muttered as he slowly made his way to the fight

[Pov Kira]

*CRUNCH*

Ahh that's nice

The feeling of breaking bones and splitting organs as I slam into a crowd of enemies will always be unmatched. There is no greater feeling than that of crushing another person with just pure physical strength, it's like taking heroin, simply addicting.

And as my hand slams through the skull of the closest person, I feel the sickly jelly texture of their brain, making my smile grow even further!

One

I am strong! I will always be Stronger!! And I always have been!

This is the mantra that has played in my head every battle, scuffle, or shootout that I have been in, creating a piece of music that is bolstered by the crunch of bone as I slam my heel through the spine of one of the criminals who had fallen during my charge and then another

Two and Three

The feeling of battle is something I have always lived for, a battle of wits, wills, and bodies are something that I thrive upon. Screams and cries have always brought more pleasure to me than any other sound a person could make and the feeling of watching the light leave a person's eyes as they struggled against me, much like what was happening now as I lifted one of the horde members surrounding me up by the throat, his weapon unable to pierce my skin.

As he flails and as his feral allies try to hurt me, my skin doesn't even get a scratch and as I increase the pressure around his esophagus his face begins to change color and the light in his eyes slowly dims, of course, while I do so another tries to take advantage of my "blindspot" his fist pulled back and ready to launch at me and suddenly bursting into flame, marking him as an ability user

However before he can through the hit and before I have the chance to block it, something strange happens… the red flames that were building upon his fist, go out, and the fierce light in his eyes goes out with it… snuffed out like a candle as a knife suddenly appears, buried up to the hilt in his forehead

And that's when he appears, Cane. his beautiful dark skin and hair contrasting the crimson blood, now sprayed upon him and his eyes gleaming a cold and merciless light, like steel or that of a hawk. And he looks… beautiful

Four and five

This is going to be fun