Quite, there wasn’t a time that it was this quiet, boot’s thudding against the wooden platform, a smile spread across plump lip’s. How long had it been? How long had hand’s DRUG UP FROM THE DEPTHS OF DARKNESS? Or was this just a dream, just a terrible dream that had captured her and kept her under for year’s? A soft noise was made as the smell of old book’s and pine hit her senses. HOME IS WHAT THAT SMELL WAS.
“Iste, že chcete urobiť tohto brata?” (Sure you want to do this brother?) Whiskey hues turned to glance at him, the broad shoulder’s bare for the winter sun to graze across it. Hair was braided back hitting just below his waist as he smiled. Gone was the softness in his eye’s, those mahogany orb’s that seemed to know everything, know all her SECRETS. Their chest’s bare, her own open, the vest she wore dipping past her breasts. A SIGN NEITHER WAS AFRAID TO DIE FOR THIS. FOR EACH OTHER.
“Tak dlho, kým si ako naposledy nevyťahuješ moje vlasy. To bola malá sestra.“ (As long as you don’t pull my hair like last time. That was a low blow sister.) His chuckle roused a wider smile from Katia as he took a step into the field of play. The sword glittered from closed fist’s as she watched his feet, he was always so good at switching between loving pack member and an alpha who could command the world.
“Ach - to bolo pred niekoľkými rokmi brat. Späť, keď sme prvýkrát začali bojovať. Dlho, ako nehádžeš sneh, nebudu.”(Ah-that was years ago brother. Back when we first started fighting. Long as you don’t throw snow I won’t.) This got a laugh from Artem as he shook his head, his left food shifted back so he could grab a wider stance as Katia’s feet moved standing opposite of him. Her hair was in the same braid, only it had been twisted at the end folding until it was hanging a few inches off the ground. A weight that reminder her what plain she was in.
Artem rose his sword, pointing it at his sister as his smile faded. Katia did the same, a click in each twin’s brain as something switched between them. An electric feeling that had all that gathered around watching with wide eye’s. It had been a while since each Alpha had fought, even each other was a rare sight.
“Clean, I want a clean fight.” Liam stood there, watching the two with hesitant eye’s, there was a fun side to this, bets being placed but he was more worried for Kat, Artem never went easy. Even if she was his sister, he would destroy her. Both twin’s nodded, eye’s never shifting from each other. this was a BLOOD FIGHT.
Whoever drew the most would win.
Soft breath’s came from each twin, calculating and waiting for the other to strike .3. A shift of Katia’s food, a twitch of Artem’s hand on his weapon. 2. A tilt of Katia’s head, Artem’s gaze moving from her face to her foot. 1. A smirk passing across plump lip’s as the weapon was lowered just slightly.
Katia moved first, left food leading as she used her right hand to come up in an arch toward’s Artem. This was calculated, even if she was fast, a flash of GOLD AND BLACK to everyone else’s eye’s. Artem had her pegged, the moment her blade came down, his left hand reached out and gripped her wrist, pulling her toward’s the ground.
A growl was let loose, a wild look against whiskey orb’s as she flung her self the other direction, planting herself near her brother’s shoulder’s. Thighs ready to crush his neck, he wasn’t fast enough to calculate this move, a slight grimace on his face as he felt her blade pierce his calf. Her free hand moving to grab as his throat, his own hand grabbing her wrist and rolling himself downward.
Both twin’s landed on the ground with a soft thud. A red gash coming up Artem’s back as Katia smirked, flicking her blade to get the blood off of it as she waited. She had flipped herself around like a cat, landing on her knee’s. Artem had landed on his back, listening to the wind between the two of them, calculating his next move as he heard her shift. This was too easy, her feet moved in such a way he found himself reaching out to grab her ankle as she ran past. She was fast, too fast for him to grab but he was able to steal some of that momentum as she came down, blade sliding against his cheek as it embedded it’s self into the cold hard ground next to his face.
She was always too early to celebrate these little win’s. His hand already pulling the ax from it’s place on his hip, he swung as she landed, the ax finding purchase in her hip as she fell back, hitting the ground with a blood thirsty growl. He used this moment to flip himself up, wiping the blood off of his face with the back of his hand. Eye’s watching the crimson fall from bronzed finger’s.
“Lacný výstrel brat..“ (Cheap shot brother) The ax was discarded in a huff as Katia held her hand over her wound. A laugh arose, Artem’s as he shook his head. Katia should know that even if she had the speed on him, he still had strength that would always out match her. While she was down, feet lunged at her, grabbing her throat and twisting her around. She was and always will be faster, one of her wheel blades found it’s place embedded in his shoulder as he threw her across the field. A smirk on her features as she stuck her bloodied hand into the ground.
“Teraz to bola lacná sestra.“ (Now that was a cheap shot sister.) A growl as finger’s removed the blade from his shoulder throwing it to the side. A smirk on her features as the skin knitted it’s self together. This would be a long night for all who where watching. Unable to figure out who was going to win as crimson drops almost covered the white surface of the fighting field.
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