Tiff - Chapter 3 - Part 4

Chapter 3 - Part 4

Lyannas' heart was thumping strongly in her chest. Her stomach was in turmoil. She took in deep breaths as she worked to calm her nerves as she made her way through the dark tunnel. The roar of an excited crowd was permeating from the large open chamber beyond.

Once again she would be dancing with death. How many times could she do it before death finally claimed her? Today could be the day. She didn't want to die in this dark alien world, miles away from the suns' warm light. She wanted to hold Pia in her arms one more time, she wanted to see that her beautiful bard was free and safe before she died.

She gripped the longsword tightly in her hand. They had given her a skimpy purple bikini to wear while fighting in the Maeralssin Pits. It barely held her large round breast and covered her crotch. It was a demeaning outfit, but at least she wouldn't be fighting naked and defiled, like she was when she killed the orcs.

Lyanna slowly stepped out into the pits, and the roar of the crowd was overwhelming. The pit was a large circular area, at least fifty paces across. It had a dirt floor, with many dark patches that showed where blood had been spilt. High black walls closed her in. Above her was a high ceiling, she was completely encircled by the stands, which were packed with spectators. It was a sea of mostly black faces and white hair, all cheering excitedly for the blood-sport that was to come.

A loud booming voice echoed around the chamber as she stepped out, "NIN JALIL MAELER OGGLIRIN, ELG'CARESS VEL'AR DO'VRINN!!" The roar of the crowd seemed to get even louder as she made her way to the center of the arena. She stood calmly and tried to stay focused and block out the noise and movement around her as she waited.

Soon her opponent appeared, emerging from the tunnel on the other side. The booming came over the roar of the crowd again, "IL SHANAL DO ULTRINE, OLUTH THALAK EL'LAR NOQUAT'TAR!!" Straight away she could see that he was human. He was tall and muscular, but not bulky, with pale skin and medium-length black hair. He wore only black pants and carried a black longsword in one hand and long red dagger in the other. There was something very familiar about him.

He strode out confidently and even raised his weapons in the air, playing to the crowd. Soon Lyanna could make out his face and let out a gasp. Her opponent was Vico.

Vico didn't seemed surprised to see Lyanna as he stepped up to her. He gave her a sleazy smile, "Birdy. Lookin' good! That bikini makes you look like a slut, it suits you. I was kinda expecting you to show up here in the pits, but then I thought they might have just had you spreading your legs and taking drow cock. How's slave life treating you?"

Lyanna just stood there staring at him, "You're the Black Knight?"

"Yes indeed," he said with a smile. "It aint so bad. I kill cunts in the pits and it makes my mistresses happy. They give me plenty of wine and drow pussy. Killing, drinking and fucking-it's not so different from when I was living in Betancuria."

"Do you know what happened to the others?"

"They'd be slaves as well, if they're not dead. I told you this would happen, Bitch. This is all your fault."

Lyanna glared at him as her anger rose. Then the booming voice rang out again, "NIN, IL ELAMSHIN, MELEE DI QUA'LAELAY ELGHINN!!" The roar of the crow become deafening.

Vico raised his blades up in front of him. "I think they want us to stop talking and start fighting, Birdy. I saved your pathetic life, and now it's time for me to take it. I just regret only raping you once."

Lyanna also raised her sword in front of her, "We don't have to do this, Vico."

He let out a mocking laugh, "Dumb Slut, look around you! They're not going to let us out of here until one of us is dead. And it's not going to be me."

He suddenly lunged at her, bringing his longsword down at her head. Lyanna swiftly raised her blade and parried the blow with a loud clang. He quickly stabbed his dagger out at her, and she dodged to the side. The black knight came at her with a series of swift strikes and she stepped back as she defended.

Lyannas' adrenaline began to surge. He was really trying to kill her. She had never believed herself to be Vicos' equal in combat. He had earned a fearsome reputation in Betancuria as an enforcer for The Family. How the hell was she going to defeat him?

His dual blade fighting style was extremely difficult to defend against. She knew she had to try and disarm one of the weapons. Lyanna waited for him to thrust his longsword out at her and then coiled her blade around his. He then slashed his dagger at her belly and she cried out as she saw the attack coming but was unable to avoid it. The red blade seemed to angle away from her at the last moment as it cut into her skin.

Lyanna staggered back and pressed her hand to the wound. To her surprise, it was only a shallow cut. It had looked like he was going to slice her open. Was he holding back on her? Vico had a surprised look on his face, too. He then grit his teeth and came at her again.

Her large breasts bounced about as she vigorously defended against his flurry of strikes. The crowd continued to roar around them. He knocked her blade away and stabbed out at her, but the blade changed direction just before it connected and only left another shallow cut. Lyanna backed away from him, getting her breath back.

Vico grit his teeth as he glared at her. "Cheat!...Fucking cheater!" He spat on the ground in front of her.

Lyanna didn't know what was going on. He wasn't holding back on her? How was she cheating?

Vicos' dark eyes roamed over her voluptuous body. "You're wearing a magic bikini, aren't you? Oh, well played. I didn't think you had it in you, Birdy. But do have what it takes to finish me off?"

Lyanna was shocked, the Do'Vrinns must have dressed her in clothes with protection enchantments to ensure her win. "Vico, I didn't-"

He roared as he came at her again, swinging his blade with fast powerful strikes. Lyanna desperately tried to defend against his frenzied attacks, but several were getting through. They only left small singing cuts as her magical clothing protected her. He growled in frustration as he tried to strike her head, but she was able to parry the blows.

She knocked his sword away and he immediately followed up with horizontal slash from his dagger. Lyanna dropped and kicked out his feet from under him. He quickly rolled out of the way as she brought her blade down at his head. Vico raised himself and lunged at her. She thrust out her sword and it stabbed into his abdomen.

She pulled back the bloody blade as Vico cried out in pain. He clutched the wound and dropped to his knees. "Nggh...fuck...you," he groaned as he dropped to the ground. Lyanna gasped for breath as she stood over him. He wasn't moving. A loud cheer erupted from the crowd around her. "ELAMSHIN OL ULTRINNAN, EL'LAR DO'VRINN!" came the booming voice.

Lyanna couldn't believe it, she had just killed him. There had been several times where she had fantasized about it, but now she only felt numb. There was relief that she had survived the pits, but she took no pride in the victory. The crowd started chanting "DO'VRINN," over and over. She resented having to kill for these twisted dark elves.

She looked down at Vico again. She regretted that it had come to this, he was going to aid her on their quest. Then she noticed the slightest movement in his chest as it expanded. He was slowly drawing in a breath. Was he just playing dead? She recalled where she had stabbed him. From what Master Hatori had taught her about anatomy, she thought that is was possible that she didn't hit any vital organs.

The drow guards had come out and began leading her back out of the arena, while the spectators around her continued to cheer and chant. She looked back and saw a couple of guards dragging Vico off while he remained completely still. That cunning bastard. Had she just unwittingly aided in his escape?

Continued in Chapter 3 - Part 5