A/N: This is a two-shot. Inspired by "From Duel to Date" -a fic I read, and The Hunger Games. Aknowledgements to TypicalHyphen24, your fic was great. Oh and, while the start of this fic may seem copied, I plan to end it quite differently.
Disclaimer: I do not own Slugterra.
P.S My other fic, Changed, will be updated soon, for those awaiting news. Oh, and bear with me on the slugs. I don't really know many names, I need some references.
Read and review, everyone!
Shane Hideout, Training Ground
The fight simulator threw slug after slug at him. The fighting boy dodged , ducked and retaliated with every miss. Eli Shane was practising his skills, making sure they were as up-to-date as possible.
"Hey Eli!"
The black-haired boy turned mid-dodge and glanced at the girl standing at the entrance. His heart skipped a beat. Trixie shot him a appraising look. "Watcha doing?"
"Just practising. You know, going over stuff." His voice remained steady, in spite of the fact that his pulse was going at a hundred miles per hour. A blast brought him back to reality and he ducked; a slug went straight over his head. "What are you doing?"
"I was wondering if you wanted a better opponent than a fight simulator." Trixie remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"Really? You got anyone like that?"
"Ha ha. One on one duel in that crater we'll use as an arena, loser has to do something for the winner. Deal?"
Eli dodged again. "You're on. And going down."
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The duelers stood on opposite sides of the crater, both crouching in battle-ready positions. On instinct, they noted the other's stance and the best possible way to defeat each other.
However, let me explain something to you. What they didn't know about each other was that they were currently also noting the other's features.
For example, Eli observed that some of Trixie's hair had fallen into her face, making her look like she'd just tripped and landed on the ground, mussing her normally neat haircut. And...
Yeah, you got my point.
They were each a little flustered at this, but they nevertheless loaded up their blasters and fired.
A cloud of smoke obscured Trixie's vision. When it cleared, the boy had disappeared. A split second after Eli fired, she rolled out of the way. The Fandango slug reverted to its original form, fell to the ground and squeaked. She got to her feet, panting. "Is that the best you can do, Eli!?" "Nope, I'm just getting started."
