Chapter 7 – Winner
Midnight sighed as she jumped into the ring. A lot of wolves were watching her. "Great," she muttered sarcastically. Larson waved as he jumped in too. Midnight began to regret her decision. She was strong, even without her powers, but Larson was a famous pack leader. She looked around nervously, seeing almost the whole pack eyeing her.
"Alright, let's begin!" Larson yelled. Midnight looked over at him. "Right, no powers, no wolfing, and definitely no biting," he eyed Midnight too. "If Midnight wins, she gets a Silver Wolf coin, if I win, she becomes my pet for a day." Midnight looked at him, curiously. He raised his hand to silence everyone. "Erik, do the honours."
Erik saluted as he held a whistle, "It'll be my pleasure," he grinned. He blew on it, causing Midnight to focus.
Larson jumped forward, ready to strike, but Midnight was quick to pick this up. She grabbed his arm and swung him around. She let go, and he landed on the base. He laughed as he stood up. He waited for her move. Midnight looked at him anxiously: it was so long since the last time she fought. She stretched her arms out, clenching her fists. Larson jumped in the air, spun around, and kicked Midnight in her face. Midnight gasped, and spun in defence, her fist clashing with his own.
"You're getting sloppy, Lilith," he whispered. He held her arms, effortless. She blow a strand of hair from her face. She looked carefully at his own hands; they were on strongly holding her, but not gripping enough. She jumped from her spot, backflipped and kneed the back of his head, his hands letting go of her arms. He stuttered back, and turned around to face her. He smiled, as he rubbed the back of his head. "I will never doubt you again," he grinned. She huffed and eyed his weakened face. She jumped at him, but instead of kneeing his face again, she put her hand on the top of his head, leaped over, and sweep-kicked beneath him. He fell to the ground, startled. He watched, laughing as she came over him. Her hair tickled his face. He gripped her face carefully, and threw her away from him. She stepped back uneasily. Larson jumped to his feet, and eyed her carefully. He was scanning for weakness. He forced his hands into claws, as he ran to her. He scratched at her stomach, missing his target. Her black dress ripped, as his claws detached. She held her stomach, as five silver lines appeared on it. The blood trickled down. She gasped. He gasped, "Damn," Larson said. Midnight touched the leaking blood.
"Silver," she sighed.
"Always has been," Larson whispered.
Midnight looked at him with worried eyes, "This is why I want him dead so much."
Larson nodded, "I understand."
"Are you fighting or not!?" demanded an obnoxious gruff man. Larson and Midnight smirked at each other.
"I'll go easy on you now," Larson grinned.
Midnight laughed, "No need." She kicked him right in the face, and he fell backwards. He grunted as he got on his knees. He rubbed his chin, laughing. Midnight rolled her eyes as she elbowed him in the back. He collapsed but looked back up at her.
"Still tough," he said.
She nodded, "Still tough." She crouched down next to him and smacked him right in the face. Blood trickled down his nose, but he failed to notice. He grabbed her shoulders quickly and slammed her to the ground, holding her down with his own body. He smirked.
"You've never managed to escape this before," he whispered. Midnight took a deep breath. She scanned his arms quickly. She kneed him in the stomach and he let go off her shoulders to grasp it. Midnight took his arms quickly, swung him around and let go. He staggered across the ring and finally found his balance as he looked at her again. "What a dirty trick."
"I learned from the best," she smirked, getting into another position. He came racing towards her, fist flying, but Midnight leaped on his arm, backflipped and landed smoothly away. He tried again, but Midnight taunted him by slipping under his feet, and tripping him up. He landed on his face. Larson wiped the sticky blood and got back up to his feet. He began panting heavily. "Is this all from a famous pack leader?" Midnight teased. He gritted his teeth angrily. He leaped onto her, crashing to the base. She gasped as she felt the pain slice through her. She looked him at his snarling face. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. "I thought there was no wolfing," she winced. His eyes widened as he heard her voice. He came off her, wagging his tail in shame. He changed back and looked at her.
"I can't even obey my own rules," he sighed.
"Neither can I," Midnight growled. Larson quickly gasped as he saw her change. She leapt on all fours and snarled at him.
"Lil..Lilith," he quivered. Midnight came up to him, as fast as possible and leapt onto him. She snarled at him watching the fear growing in him. She howled, backflipped and landed on two feet, back to human. She laughed.
"That was payback," she said, putting her head to the side. Larson slowly got back up.
"You're quite good at it," he said bitterly.
She laughed again, "I know." She stepped backwards and jumped on the ropes. They sprung her forward. She grabbed his shoulders and swung around him. She was now grasped onto his neck, and she made him fall forwards. "Like that move?" she whispered. He rolled on his and watched her stand up.
"Yeah," he coughed. "Alright, you win." He stood back up. The wolves around them began cheering for Midnight as she raised an arm. Larson put his arm around her, "Once again, you are the winner."