[First Person POV]
My slash soon echoed, sounding through the arena. I went straight for Julia's stomach, using every ounce of strength I had. My momentum was at its peak, my form impeccable.
I felt a strong force halting my every movement as I was lifted from the ground. Subsequently, I felt gravity leave my body as I got slammed downwards, my back crying in pain.
She straddled my hips, an unnerving glint in her eyes. I looked up, my gaze as steady as ever, yet my spirit faltered. I tried to move a bit, but the struggle seemed to be something she enjoyed, something that amplified the friction between our bodies.
- "Do you know how hard it is for me to contain myself?" she said, her eyes hazy as her hand travelled alongside my body. Her head was tilted downwards, looking at me with passion.
- "You are so distant, yet so attractive. It's unfair." She followed, walls of bulging flesh, with grotesque red veins materialized around us. Her hands pushed a bit too far, reaching my abs.
My head spun, as I instinctively tried to kick her away. I hate touch — all my life, I've hated it. Stop — just, don't cross that.
The walls she created pulsed with the rhythm of a heartbeat, making it all feel alive. Amidst the gore, bones and other structures made way.
- "You don't look at me the way I would like you to do. You are the only thing I want, yet you are making it all so hard." The flesh around us started to materialize up to the ceiling, trapping us both in darkness. A flesh dome was created — the ground covered in a gross substance.
- "I can't help it." I replied, my tone hastened. "You are something I can't deal with."
Silence.
- "I-I don't know, maybe if you didn't push my limits that much-"
I felt a brutal shockwave right next to my head, imprinting a fist onto the arena and carving a hole through the platform of flesh we were on.
I immediately stopped speaking, slightly turning my head to the left to see what transpired. Her fist penetrated the ground, creating a brutal crater that spanned tens of meters underground.
I finally slumped, as I stopped kicking back against her. I waited for whatever what she had to say next.
- "I think it's because I am a lycanfolk."
My mouth quivered, my eyes slightly opened as I looked at her straight in the eyes. She saw right through me, as an open book — I lay as a toy exposed to her.
- "Don't deny it. You are racist towards other races" She followed, eyes slightly teary. "You are honest, why do you hide it?"
- "Julia. It is not your business. You could be perfectly away from this hatred you so believe I have if you could stay away." My voice rang out cold, its chill chipping apart her soul, even though I was the one standing in her domain.
- "You are hurting me so much, Arden."
I saw her hand lightly make a gesture, and what followed was the weight of countless arms gripping me, materialized from the ground of flesh. I almost puked, my sweat cold.
- "Stop." I faltered, my words leaving my mouth with surprising weakness.
- "Oh?" She chuckled, sensing the weakness of my voice in a split second.
- "That's what I hate about you." I whispered, without thinking.
- "You can cross everything and you can break everything."
- "I've known you for years, Arden. You didn't always reject the very concept of me. I just can't handle it." Her voice slightly cracked, the dome around us slightly shifting, as if responding to her struggle.
It's partly my fault, I think. At the ball, she kissed me, her hands stained with the blood of my kin. Once, we were meant to be married. Yet I keep giving her the cold shoulder — the blame isn't all mine, but it feels like it.
I can't admit it, but the baseline for my rejection is her overbearing strength. Turns out, the pinnacle of humanity is quite flawed.
I reached out, and I awkwardly — although quickly, wrapped her between my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder. I slowly reached up to her back, and I patted it, which prompted her to cry.
I felt so foreign. My heart did not stir — not even a little, even when she began to sob. Do I hate other races for their strength, or is that just a disguise for a hidden self loathing?
Either way, the pretty moment was torn away by shreds the moment I felt a force fly me away from the flesh dome. Looking below me, Cyrel took out a light spear before facing off Julia.
I darkly chuckled, leaving with haste. I felt the entire earth falter as Julia swung a mass of flesh that spanned fifty meters in length against Cyrel. The whole stadium had to quickly evacuate, as the structure slowly crumpled.
Of course, I am going home. I avoided so much stuff today. I expected that something way worse would've happened, but this was definitely a good outcome.
I bolted far ahead of others. When I reached the five hundred meter mark, I saw a colossal titan of flesh which stood as tall as fifty meters battling against a manifestation of some kind of winged angel.
I thought I was racist, but it's fully justified. The strength of gods can't just descend here when they have a slight school romance drama — that's overdoing it.
I kept on running, some unfortunate souls behind me hit by a piece of flesh, killing them immediately.