"Look I apologize for earlier, I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. You just need to realize that this is still our King. He can rid of us as quickly as we've been summoned. But permanently."
Martin sat in close to me leaning into my shoulder with his own. He was right. Plus, his misses would never forgive me if she found out my ignorance was what cost her mate his life.
When it came down to my name being called I had been ready. Determined to make up for my earlier embarrassment, Martin deserved the respect.
I made my way to the center of the battle ground, and stared down my opponent. He was a man of large stature, easily 6inches taller than myself. He had long Viking cut red hair that was braided back from his face. He sent an ugly smirk in my direction already thinking he's won.
"You two should know the rules by now. I want a clean fight, and if you need the infirmary afterwards notify a guard and they will escort you. Best of luck."
Warren nodded at the two of us and made his way off the field, only standing to the side in case he was required to intervene.
"What is a little wench like you doing out here? Hoping to get lucky with the king?"
The guy, whose name was Vaughn, spat. His lust filled eyes traveled up and down my body, making me shiver with disgust. This man was vile, and he was also fixing to receive a royal ass whooping.
Before Vaughn had a minute to throw out another retort, I had thrown him on his back with my boot on his throat. His arm was trapped within my embrace and he bent awkwardly gasping in pain.
"The winner is Asiyah Winters, Top warrior of the Creed pack."
Warren gave me a nod, so I let go of the Viking looking man and began over to the winners section. Before I could walk away my wrist was roughly snatched back throwing me off guard.
"You come back here you bitch. How dare you embarrass me like that, I'll show you what I'm made of."
Vaughn had gotten me on my back at this point, I wasn't prepared for him to try to attack me again as that wasn't within the rules. I saw Warren from the corner of my eye jump forward at first but suddenly stopped short and looked back up to the king. His gaze was all that needed to be said, I needed to get myself out of this. There wasn't a rule stating you couldn't perform more than one round, but to only win.
I gave a grunt of frustration as a fist slammed beside my face. Quickly I wrapped my legs around his mid and flipped him so that I was ontop. My fist shot out connecting with his cheek and earning a groan of pain. I ripped Vaughns belt off, and threw his shirt over his head. Quickly I wrapped his belt around his clothed wrists and tied them over his head. Now try to attack me you nasty brute. Afterwards I spat at his crumpled body that groaned with pain.
I walked over to the winners section, ignoring the heated stares of warriors. Martin gave me a small applause, which soon erupted throughout the colosseum. I gave him a quick smile, his whole being radiated of pride. I was so pleased to make him proud, he and the clan taught me everything I know. I owe them everything that I am.
Yet I still couldn't shake the burning stare coming from the top of the colosseum.