A/N: Hi guys, Ari here again. If you don't know me, I'm a girl Clasher who loves Clash Royale! Anyways, this fic is going to be a darker and more angsty fic then my other ones, just a little warnin'. I'm planning it to be pretty gory! (LOL) Rated T for now, but might change to M later for extreme violence. This will be set in the Royale universe, obvi. *AND MOST IMPORTANTLY!* it is based off the 2014 movie "When the Game Stands Tall". Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Unbeatable Streak
Her hand was on her sword, tracing it's sharp edge with a fingertip. She faced the eight troops expectantly.
"You know the drill."
"Yes, your majesty."
"You understand," she continued, "how much battling means to me. You are to go out into the Arena- and win."
"Yes, your majesty."
"Do you realize what will happen if any troops caused a failure?"
"Yes."
The speaker's red lips curled into a cruel smile. Her slender fingers reached behind her and ghosted over the stone wall. A glowing image appeared under her fingertips. The image formed- so violent, torturous, and tumultuous and unavoidable- sent the eight troops on their knees, weapons slammed in front of them and mercies at breaking point on their lips.
"Yes, your majesty. We understand what will become of us if we fail you." Their voices trembled with fear and submission.
Remi Stane's violet eyes glowed with malice. "Good luck to you, troops. Go save your own selves."
The troops stood up slowly, hands reaching for their weapons again. "We will not fail you." They echoed.
"Good."
Remi's slender hands took their time to pull her red hood over her head. Glaring daggers at the submissive bodies, she walked forward to the doors that would seal the fate of the poor troops.
The wood and gold barriers were thrown open, and a flood of light filled the dark chamber. A massive Arena was stretched before them, a glorious rectangle of grass, and rivers, towers waiting for destruction, stone structures on all four sides to prevent any troop's escape.
Remi turned around so that now she was facing her troops again. She raised her chin, spreading her arms.
"Go and fight. The battle eagerly awaits you."
"FIGHT!"
The still and tense silence was sliced apart with the word. That one syllable word that would decide the future of the anxious warriors of war.
Two gleaming swords were raised, a drum beat, a pair of cries drifting into the chilly morning air.
The Elite Barbarians sprinted forward into the uncertain air, swords lashed at their sides. Under their helmets, their eyes nervously scanned the path ahead of them for the enemy.
A army of seventeen Skeletons was deployed five paces from the Barbarians, their bones clanking noisily as their rushed forward to put an end to the approaching Barbarians.
"ZAP!" One of the Barbarians cried, swiping his sword ahead of him. The the sword sliced apart the Skeleton in front of him, a loud, dry scream ripping from the throat of the Skeleton as his lifeline was snipped in half.
A slender vial filled with an electric blue liquid was slammed down onto the remaining Skeletons, shocking them senseless and dissipating them into nothingness with a loud ZAP.
A pair of booted feet thumped on the ground behind them. A blue cloak clad male joined them, his brunette eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His hands lashed together, friction sizzling between them as he muttered the spell incarnation.
"Huzzah." He muttered. Pulling his hands apart, a glowing fireball expanded between his skilled fingers, glowing with flame and destruction he was going to cause. His eyes scanned the horizon against the rising sun.
"Fireball." He mumbled again, shooting off a blast to an approaching enemy troop. The Valkyrie let out a roar as the fire scorched her skin, sizzling her leather clothing. The Barbarians slashed their swords at the injured enemy, and she weakly swung a hit with her gleaming battle ax as her lifeline steadily deteriorated. Casting another spell in his hands, the Wizard hurled a second fireball at the Valk. Her last scream of agony echoed in his ears as she was gone in a splash of elixir.
A boomstick soon obscured half his vision before waving off to the other side, swinging left and right, left and right. A head with carefully coiffed purple hair smiled at him nervously.
"Good luck, Wizard."
"Good luck, Musketeer." He answered shortly. He turned his attention back to his hands as a third fireball began to form.
He heard the air crank up in heat and radioactivity as an enemy's Fireball as hurled on the approaching group. The quick stepping Barbarians were spared from the blazing heat, but the Wiz and Musk were not as lucky. The Wiz grimaced as he saw his own powers used against him. The blazing heat slammed him and Musk to the ground, and his vision was gone. He knew he was still alive, but barely. Far off, he could hear the Barbarians slicing up one of the enemy towers as a horde of Minions spat poisoned elixir on their unprotected shoulders. The Wiz coughed and coughed as the smoke filled his lungs. He stumbled out of the fiery crater the fireball had created and stumbled into fresh air. His energy returning slightly, he managed to form a fireball between his hands and hurl it at the Minions. The fire enraptured the blue creatures immediately and killed all of them. His cry of victory was cut short as he felt an arrow slice his chest, turning his vision black as he died.
More than an hour later, Remi stood proudly on top of her King's tower, shoving her pink- blonde hair behind her shoulders and fixed her eyes on a departing fireball that would secure her eighty ninth win. Her almost genuine look of satisfaction turned into a smirk of pride as the troops scored the three crown. The victory jingle was blasted over the speakers and confetti burst over the Arena, another win secured for Remi Stane.
Yes, I did rewrite and add to this chapter. I wrote it on Wattpad and copied and pasted it on here, hope it doesn't have those unfixable punctuation errors! I'm aiming for 1K words for every chapter, maybe more. Thanks for reading!
-Ari