To her surprise, Max was given a knife before being shoved into the ring. She immediately fell into a defensive stance as she sized up her unarmed opponent. He was big and bulky, but not as much as she'd expected her final and most difficult opponent to be. Max lunged forwards, hoping to land a slash to the stomach and end this ordeal quickly. As the knife connected with flesh, however, Max was knocked to the ground by a punch that had come from beside her. She scrambled back to her feet, keeping her knife between her and her adversary.
Or rather, adversaries. Where there had only been one man before, there were now three identical ones each with glowing eyes. The two on the sides stepped forwards and Max shook off her disbelief in favor of sweeping the legs of the one on the right, slitting his throat as he fell. The man in the middle (the original, she noted by the cut on his stomach) glowed brightly and soon there was a new clone beside him.
I have to kill the original. Max dodged around the punch that one clone threw at her and rushed around him, only to be caught around the waist by the other and flung to the ground. She cried out as she received a harsh kick to the ribs, but rolled out of the way of a second. She sprang to her feet and immediately felt strong fingers grip her throat, trying to squeeze the life out of her. Gasping, she clawed at the hands with one of hers while she used the other to fling her knife at her original opponent. Through her spotty vision she saw it bury itself in his neck and he fell to to the ground gurgling. Her neck was released as both clones fell, unresponsive. She gulped in air greedily, rubbing her bruised neck as she was led through the cheering crowd.
Author's Note: Thank you to The Potato and Edgeblade25 for your reviews and Theflamingwarrior for your lovely PMs. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Much love, Miss Luxe