At Last

I was talking to Cerise about her recent fight when the next fight was announced. It was finally time. My match was against Hella. Cerise seemed almost disappointed she wouldn't be the one to kill her, but you can't always get what you want I guess.

I mean I guess I can. Killing Hella is definitely something on my bucket list.

I headed to the arena and Hella was already there. I was psyched about the fight, but admittedly also a little nervous. Hella is still pretty scary and I definitely don't want to get touched with that heart stopping thing even if it's not the killing blow I thought it was it might definitely slow me down enough for her to get in an actual killing blow. I Momentarily found myself lamenting the fact I didn't have the birds anymore. I very quickly chased that thought away. Fuck The Convocation.

I drew out my machete and waited for the fight to start. Hella was holding a large kitchen knife. The fight started and I leapt forward with a slash. My plan was to hit and run. Just wear her down while keeping my distance. It... Didn't work.

Hella apparently really wanted me dead, far more than she wanted herself alive. Her first action was to run right into my attack trying to reach me. My machete struck her shoulder and she didn't even care as she just pressed towards me. I was immediately back pedaling and throwing strikes at her. She blocked what she could, but didn't seem to care much as long as they weren't likely to be serious injuries. Before long however she had pressed me up against the back of the arena and she managed to deflect one of my strikes and reach out and touch me.

Immediately I felt pressure in my chest and pain. I dropped to my knees and I thought... This is it. She swung with the knife and I managed to toss myself backwards, but her knife clipped my mask knocking it off.

Hella looked at my exposed face and spoke.

"Wow... I think you probably looked better without a face and that's saying a lot considering I'm racist against faceless people," she remarked and before I could really think about what she said she stabbed towards my face. The pain however was subsiding. My heart hadn't actually stopped at all. I swung my machete and knocked her knife away, in her surprise she didn't manage to keep her grip and the knife clattered away as I stood. My chest still felt tender, but I was otherwise fine and also a little bit pissed.

Her powers didn't seem to work on me. Which meant she had no threat to me and I wasn't about to let this little punk insult my face. She was surprised and confused and took a step back, but I moved quicker. I grabbed her by her face and slammed her down onto the floor hard. I heard her let out a surprised gasp as her head impacted the floor.

"You said something about wanting to die, didn't you? Well I'm a nice guy and seeing as we're such good friends. I'll make sure that you get your wish," I stated before stabbing my machete into her chest and through her heart. I wasn't done yet though. I drew out my machete again and stabbed her again and again... and again. I kept stabbing her until she was definitely dead and the cards came rushing over.

They declared her dead and myself the winner. I was breathing heavily and there were lots of thoughts running through my mind. Her face had been so cold to the touch and her blood was dark and thick... More sludge than liquid. It was like fighting a corpse...

Also that line about being racist against faceless people... Why did that seem familiar. Wait... Did I just kill my beloved Fien?!

Aww well now I'm depressed.