FIONNA
Fionna’s world went black once the velvet blindfold was secured over her eyes. She thought by then they would have been done with all the gas, but it seed they were only getting started.
For every tactic that the Alpha King’s council tried to pull, the man was ready to pull off a counter attack. And this ti around, it would seem as though none of them had any control to choose whom they wanted to spar against.
The rules of this one were quite the simplest. Once any of them made bodily contact with another contestant, then that would beco an automatic pair.
But while their sight might have been taken away from them, Fionna still had her sense of sll with her, and she knew very well how Basil NorthClaw slled.
Like hypocrisy and narcissism.
Since the man had been quite determined to be the one to fight her, Fionna was inspired to make his wishes co true.
Any sensible person would be trying to track down the seemingly weakest of them, but Fionna had already done her own little assignnt and none of the thirty of them seed to be weak in the least.
So instead of allowing the goddess of fate to have her way, Fionna found herself tracking Basil NorthClaw proactively.
She could literally feel hands darting out in search of a partner, but agilely she dodged them all until she ca about that sll. She didn’t waste ti to dart her hand out and slap it against the man. Of course, she landed a square blow right at the man’s cheeks.
Her blindfold was tugged off by one of the servants just as the announcer declared through the voice amplifier.
"And Basil NorthClaw will spar against the Red Hand from the Red Sister; the one and only woman on the field, FIONNA!!!"
The crowd booed while Fionna smirked. Of course she had made the mark. Basil’s face was red from her slap, but the cocky as hell man still managed to wear the most condescending look of disgust on his face.
"Seems my wish ca true," Basil drawled with a malicious grin.
"I heard many people betted on you," Fionna simply said while her eyes road his seemingly perfect body.
She was a woman who had tortured n till the point they beca won. Not like she was sexist or sothing, but that was what people liked to say. They said she turned grown up n to won.
But Fionna had no interest in turning Basil into a woman, she wanted to turn him to a dog that would only remain sprawled on the floor while looking up to her for rcy. She wanted to see that cockiness that was sewn deep in his eyes fade away like air.
The man had obviously taken sothing, and whatever it was, he was confident in it. Even confident enough to throw an audacious response.
"That is just the first round of betting, now that we have all been paired, the second round of betting would have started and would of course be in my favour once again." Basil responded while his eyes darted to the side.
Fionna followed his line of sight to see who he was looking at and it was none other but the Sighter who had been paired with one of Basil’s cronies. Not just any crony, but the one that looked like an overfed baby at at least seven inches tall.
Basil laughed hard at the sight of them standing side by side. "Seems like both you and that little friend of yours that is always whispering to you will be disqualified together on this round."
"Should we bet on that," Fionna said with a scoff. How is that people always judged by re appearance? It was true that the Sighter wasn’t exactly gifted in the aspect of height, but just the sternness in his eyes should be enough to warn people that he was no ordinary person.
Right?
"And what should we bet on?" Basil drawled, his voice lewd and his eyes trailing down to her cleavage which he leered at unabashedly, "by the ti we are done here you might be dead," he continued with a nonchalant shrug, "what could I possibly bet on with a dead woman?"
Just as Fionna expected, Marcus DireWolf gave the Sighter and the giant the first tag aning they would go first.
"I heard you like to touch won, Basil NorthClaw. Especially little girls," Fionna whispered sweetly while producing her iron claw.
The man didn’t have the decency to appear incensed. Instead he shot her a taunting, daring smile. "What about it? Do you want to bet on doing it with your dead body?"
"Should my little friend over there defeat your giant crony, then can I slice off that thing between your legs?" she said, still maintaining her sugary sli while caressing the fingers of her tal claw.
Basil’s face contorted into rage, after all no man liked to hear that a woman wished to circumcise them. "You crazy bitch." He gritted, his jaw ticking.
"I will take that as an acceptance of our bet. In return should my friend fail, you can do any crazy thing you wish on my dear body."
Before the man could retort, Marcus DireWolf approached them to give them a tag.
"Both of you will be going in sixth," the man grumbled, scribbling it on a piece of parchnt.
Throughout it all, he barely acted as though he recognized or knew her for the matter. For so reason, that caused Fionna to laugh even harder. Between the image of mutilating Basil’s genitals and showing Marcus DireWolf what the rage of a deceived woman could look like, she was feeling thoroughly entertained.
They were all moved to a dais just beside the central Dais where all the high ranking n sat. From the Dais the contestants were to stay at, Fionna had a full line of sight of the Alpha King, including Zina WolfKnight that sat at a different table by his left where the Thetas convened.
The Giant crony was called out at first, and his entrance was made with loud applause and thundering from the crowd. Apparently, crony was actually of an important birth and ca from a mid ranked pack.
And then entered the Sighter, and his entrance was t with silence.
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