Being raised like this, to be just kill. How could such person do this, she was not to blame as she brought this way, was she nice? Yes, she was the sweetest girl anyone could meet. Never she thought what she doing, being a gladiator killer was a bad thing. She was told by her "family"it was a way to keep them safe which was why she had to "get rid or play" of whoever was put before her. So they would not hurt her "family." Happily obliging to what they wanted, she did not think twice and would "get rid"of them. Making her family happy, which in the long run made her happy. And whenever she would preform such a deed, it was impossible to touch her, she didn't know why nor did she understand why. All she knew was that she was able to hold them up in the air, and when her hand closed tightly, whoever it was their breath was taken from them, as if squeezed from their lungs, as their head limped to the side. She would get praise from her "family". Never did she see the outside, all her 14 years, her "family" kept her in her "room". With bars all around, never did she think of leaving, she had to be a good girl. And who knew maybe they would let her. But all that matter was that she made her "family"happy. Everytime she used her strange gift, she felt as if something was calling to her, that she couldn't understand. So she just let it be. And did what she was told, "get rid." To keep her family safe for another day. Her favorite color had started to become red, as she seen it many times while protecting them. It fascinated her yet, scared her as well. But did she know better. No. Lies that twisted her core that she was not at all aware of. Her twisted views of right and wrong had falsely corrupted her. But she did know. How could she?
The door to her room opened up, her heart jumped with joy. She was called once again to defend her family. In her tatter clothes nothing really but animal skin line cloth that covered what it needed too. There was no top, her long thick unruly red hair reaching to her ankles was fashioned to cover her top, her body had just a few deep scars, on her smooth pure white skin with what she believed where bracelets heavy metal iron chains around her wrist and ankles. Her bright yellow eyes look up, wasting no time out of impulse and dashes out to defend her "family."
The crowd cheered as their bets where collected, as the challenger came forward they where a husky individual with large tusks that emerged from their lower jaw, as they give a might roar to show their power. Which got the crowed railed up, using their large fist to pound their to show their ferocity as they demanded to see their opponent, the crowd roared and roared impatiently as the announcer introduced the challenger which made the coward roar, next as the heavy metal doors began to open and the silhouettet of a teenage girl started to approach, when the full figure came out it was a teenage girl no one could really guess her age, though most guessed with her body she was either 15 or 16, thought she could just be more develop than most girls her age. She looks at the one she is "play" with, with the sweetest smile. The challenger points his finger and throws his head back with a mighty mocking laugh, as if this was some sort of joke. Though while he laughed, the announcer knew better as a smirk came across this lips. The teen girl looks at her chains around her arms, though she had always been told they where bracelets. Jiggling them with a happy smile.
Not at all paying attention to what was going on around her, her actions where that of a child. A youngling. Playing with the chains swinging them like nothing. When the noise went off to begin "play". The challenger comes charging at her, just as he goes in, she dodges his attack with ease. Laughing, amused at his action. Realizing this the challenger was in disbelief at what just happen, looking at her. She waves to him, which he took as taunting, he then again goes after her, she moves just fine, he kept going and going. She truly did enjoy this game of tag.
Others could see she had the advantage due to her small stature, but many felt she would be done for soon, since the other one had power compared to her. Getting distracted by something, her back remained turned to her "playmate". Seeing, the challenger goes in for the final blow, just when he thought he was going to get her, she turns around and without touching him suspends him in mid-air. Much to his shock, he looks at her, as she still had her back turned, he wasn't sure what was going to happen. Her laughs could be heard, as she laughed and her hand started to clinch into a fist, he felt his breathing starting to short. As if someone was strangling him, but there where no hands around his throat.
So he scratched at nothing, he looks at the back of the girl with scared pleading eyes, only for crack to be heard and his body went limp. Feeling that, the girl gets up and drops his body. Looking at her "playmate"who was now longer playing with her, making her sad. But then happy as she saved her family. The crowd was stun, but then began to cheer. The teen looks up with a smile waving her arms in the air, when she felt something that made her look into the crowd for a little bit, finding a pair of wide shocked baby blue eyes, she didn't get a chance to look at their face. She got taken away but she looked back for the blue eyes again along with a pair of blue eyes looking at her as well.
Back in the crowd, the pair light baby blue eyes still in shock, they couldn't believe what they just saw. Their hand trembled, as tears came to the corner. The one next to the them with blue eyes looks at the one next to them."Hera... you know her?"
Hera nods her head slowly still in shock"...I can't believe it...Siria..."