Chapter 14: Against Three Hotties
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Bituin’s robe changed into a cleaner white one but with three stripes at the hem and sleeves this time.
“Level A, sublevel two ends. Winner: SF98889. Level A, sublevel three now begins.” The same male AI’s voice announced.
Darn it! How many levels and sublevels are there? her mind screamed. She was tired, even though her body recuperated from the wounds. She stood in a cornermost part of the cage as it was clear from the stones and pebbles there. She looked up as these elements kept falling hard and fast.
She took a deep breath. It was held mid-way, resulting to a gasp, when one by one, three humans appeared in the middle of the cage. She let out another oath under her breath.
Three gigantic guys stood before her. They looked like in their late twenties. From the left to the right, it was a bald guy that appeared first. He had optical illusion tattoos of small holes on his head that would give a hell lot of anxiety to every trypophobic person. He was followed by the man who had a cobra tattoo on his chest and a woman’s hands with red polished nails that gave an illusion of him being embraced from the back. He had short dark brown hair that was curly and thin red lips that were swoon-worthy. And the last one had long dirty blond hair that was straight and touched his wide shoulders. He had no visible tattoos unlike the first two, though.
They were all good-looking with their muscles in the right places. It was obvious as they were topless with only green training pants on. They were even barefooted. In normal circumstances, Bituin must have thought she mistakenly walked into a gym’s men’s locker room had there no pebbles and stones raining on them and they were not inside the hexagonal ring—not to mention the alien assemblage.
And they look hot to boot! Her jaw hung. How can I even fight such these beautiful creatures with great bodies? This is all a distraction. It’s darn cheating!
She glared at the anticipating audience, almost spitting on the floor. But she held back, grinding her teeth. She was a woman with manners, so she wouldn’t stoop down to such a low level as that.
She grimaced as the men did not seem to mind the pebbles and stones, as if it was a normal thing that happened everyday.
Bituin stole a glance at Shanice, who now faced three Black guys, who were also topless with beautiful and glistening bodies. They looked strippers though, with only their shorts on. Bituin had no idea why it came to mind as such, when she could imagine they may be boxers. Meanwhile, Chao faced three Shaolin-looking enemies. Now that looked really tough.
Bituin scowled even more. She wondered how all of them could survive with three strong opponents at the same time. She suspected these were superhumans as well, just like the previous ones.
Wait. Aren’t I superhuman now as well because of the nanites inside me? she mused. She sure was stronger than any ordinary person. She already realized it long before these games started though. Her gaze went to Shanice and Chao, who had to endure all these without nanobots inside their bodies. She pitied them, seeing their beaten face, filled with bruises, wounds and blood.
“Who’s going first?” The one with long hair asked his buddies.
Great. At least he’s a gentleman. I suppose they’re not all going to come at me at the same time. He must realize it’s like bullying, right? Maybe one on one is a bit better. It’s fair. Still, I already had two games before they appeared.
She threw the audience another vexed look. She knew they must be eating her livid energy at the moment. She couldn’t control her emotion no matter how cool headed she must have tried about all this. It was just not possible.
The bald guy with chocolate eyes came forward, and the two guys stepped back and went to their respective corner to rest their heads from being beaten by the pelting hard stones and pebbles and just to watch the match. These already made the floor unstable to step on, as Bituin observed. She must take extra careful while fighting then.
Bituin observed they also had their own neckbands just like the others before them. “Let me ask you,” she began, still standing in her corner as the bald guy sauntered closer to her.
“Are you going to ask if it’s okay to surrender before our match begins?” He clearly wanted to know or confirm, stopping a couple meters away from her and tilting his head on one side. The stones hit his temple and bald head, but he didn’t seem to feel these in spite of the wounds he got and they started to bleed.
“You’re humans… once before or are you still are?” she asked.
He chuckled, showing white even teeth.
Oh, God! This bald guy is gorgeous! This is really so unfair! Bituin groaned inwardly.
“What makes you think I’ll answer your question, SF98889?” he drawled and started to attack her.
Oh, darn! He’s actually not cool!
She ducked before his punch landed on her face. His fist contacted with the bar that he grunted. But she knew it wasn’t because he was hurt but because he was disappointed with himself for not being able to hit her.
She kneed his groin, sending him backward to double over. He clasped his family jewels, groaning. It made her smirk, looking down at him.
“It works every time, at least for humans,” she stated. She grabbed his face and bashed his bald head to the bar, while the audience opened their mouths.
Bituin squinted her eyes to the alien spectators. Then, she glanced at the two other contenders inside the cage with her.
“Do you enjoy this, too?” she asked them.
“If you want to stay alive here, learn how to do so!” The man with a short hair, answered her in a deep voice and with American accent. His blue eyes penetrated in hers.
“Oh, believe me, that’s what I’m doing until now. I’m trying my best to get away from here by not killing anyone.”
The guy with a long mane chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, believe me, you’ll eventually have blood in your hands,” he simply propounded. His green eyes regarded the bald guy, who hadn’t gotten out of Bituin’s grasp. She continued to bash his head to the metal bar and knee kicked his stomach and side. She even kicked his nuts again that he groaned once more.
The two guys just watched, slightly wincing though.
“What made you say that? I’m not going to kill this guy.”
The two snorted almost at the same time. The cage went silent save for the pelting stones and pebbles that hit floor as Bituin stared at them.
“Are you sure? Even if we all three want you dead so that we can save our own *sses?” the short-haired guy added.
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