[Chapter 95] The Competition Pt 3

He stares at me as I smile and look around, just to see a stand higher than the rest, with very comfortable looking seats. A group of 6 people of varying ages walk out from nowhere and sit down on the comfortable looking seats. Even from here, I can sense their aura of their superiority complex. I tap on Sam's shoulder as I point at them, "Who are those guys?"

She looks over at where I am pointing and her eyes narrow as her eyes land on the booth. "They are the Alphas I was talking about, they are higher up then us district managers because of their immense strength." I gaze at them, 2 look to be in their teens, 3 in their middle years, and 1 in their elder years.

As they sit down, the elder opens his mouth and it radiates throughout the arena from somewhere.

"Hello! And welcome to our executive manager selection!" He looks down at the now empty arena with one werewolf in it and from this distance, even I can see him sneer, not even trying to hide it. "Here we have the fight between the werewolf, Winter, and the vampire, Kyle!"

Out of nowhere, an armored vampire jumps down from the bleachers with an arrogant look painted on his face, as if he is looking down on the gods themselves. The armor he is wearing is has a silver suit underneath as the plates on it are blood red, giving him a lightly armored look. But then his eyes see the armor Winter is wearing, the armor that is highlighting her curvaceous body and the arrogance in his eyes dissolves and is replaced by the fires of lust.

As he reaches his square he looks winter up and down and tauntingly says, "If you promise to join me tonight at my place for some fun, I'll let you leave without a scratch, that's my grandfather after all and he has the ability to end the match immediately." He says as he points a thumb at the old man in the group of alphas.

I suddenly see Winter's face smile very creepily as the once unknown weapon unfolds to form a scythe about 3 feet taller than her body and the massive blade reveals itself. His pupils constrict as he stares at the weapon and one thought crosses Winter's mind.

'I am going to kill him.'

I watch as the old man's pupils constrict as he sees the powerful looking weapon in Winter's hands and says something to a servant beside him. Suddenly, the servant nods and after a few seconds, runs out onto the battlefield with a stick and holds it out to the kid, his head low in respect. Kyle glances at it before taking it and saying, "Activate."

A blue light flows from the handle as a curved dagger forms in his hand.

I feel Winter's friend poke me and points at Winter, "I have never seen that look on her face before, something is wrong." I snicker as I hear the last part of his sentence. "I told you he is going to be the one who needs to be spared." He looks at me confused as the worry lingers in his eyes.

I shake my head and wave my hand at them, "Just watch." He opens his mouth to respond when suddenly, the voice echoes throughout the room. "The competition begins in 5 seconds! Prepare to fight!"

Winter's ears fold back as her anger is released and all of her hair turns silver. I hear a, "Uh oh." Beside me and as I look over, I see Danny's face has a troubled look.

I look at him, "What?" He glances over at me before looking back, "Her hair usually changes colors when she gets scared or embarrassed to an insane degree, she must be afraid out of her wits for her hair to turn to this degree. I simply nod as I smile inwardly, 'That is far from fear.'

Suddenly, I hear a ring like a mechanical echo as I suddenly see Winter jump while swinging down with her scythe, the air whistles pst the blade as it moves at a speed hard to see at the naked eye.

The vampire's eyes suddenly change into slits as he waits for what looks like his death. Just as the blade is about to hit, his legs bulge as he launches forward and drags the blade across Winter's side as she is about to land. As she lands, his blade lands square in her side and she stumbles slightly, but quickly regains her footing. I watch as where he sliced causes white veins to glow and they flow across Winter's body, down her arm, up the scythe handle, and into the blade as the blade glows slightly brighter and I cheer in my head, 'The gear's a success!"

Winter quickly turns the blade and swings a full 180 towards the vampire as he suddenly gets cut in the side by the tip of the blade. I watch as he staggers a little bit and the scythe returns to its normal low glow. His eyes go wide as he goes to prepare himself when he suddenly gets a kick to the face out of seemingly nowhere, and stumbles to the ground. Suddenly, Winter howls and locks him in place on the ground as she suddenly launches into the air and spins downward with her blade. I watch as the vampire gets his legs cut off cleanly beneath the knee and the kid screams in agony.

I suddenly hear a man yell in the stadium, "Enough!" And watch as the old man jumps down from the bleachers and runs over to the now legless kid.

As blood flows from his stubby legs, his eyes glow red as his fangs suddenly grow and he launches himself at Winter with large claws. Winter stares at the hand that is reaching her and without batting an eye, slices it off, as smooth as butter.

He screams as he falls to the ground and begins to writhe in agony, the pain seemingly unbearable. The old man reaches him at this moment and pulls out a blue liquid as he pours it into the feral kids mouth, I suddenly watch as his fangs recede and his eyes lose their red glow.

Paramedics run onto the field and immediately pick him up as his arms have already stopped bleeding. 'The speed of healing for vampires is insane!' I think as I watch them carry away the kid. The man's face turns red as he points a finger at Winter, "Why did you continue attacking when I explicitly said the match was over! And why did you have to cut his limbs at that! There was no need to go that far! Do you know how long it's going to take him to regrow those limbs?!"

I watch as he goes on a rant and Winter just stars at him, irritated as she suddenly says, "Not long enough."

The old man's face goes red as he is enraged, but he then suddenly smiles an evil smile, "You will be punished severely by your actions, starting with talking back to me."