Lucian Arlenhallow stood in the center of the room with a stupid smirk across his face. The red of the lighting in the room had illuminated his silky blue hair, and darkened, creating negative shadows across his face. She wondered what the prince had to do with the test.
He took in her gaze. “Welcome to the final phase of your test. The room has been hijacked with a special fairy magic to put you under the illusion that you are in whatever scenario that is given to you. You will be given weapons of whatever you desire. Your only task is to destroy all of your opponents in under 60 seconds. You will be graded on your stances, attacks, and much more. When the timer goes off, so will the simulation.” He grinned, “You’re a very pretty one.” She pressed her lips together.
“Thanks.”
He must have been the royal combat chancellor back at the palace in Endlaysha. He seemed to be in control of it all. Afterall, he was the king’s son. He stood in an almost perfect fighting stance. His shoulders back, his posture straight, and his voice was strong and clear.
“My weapon of choice, how many can I pick?” She spoke.
“Two. There are weapons in the bin beside you.” He told her. As she looked down, she realized he was right.
The floor was illuminated with dark orange lighting. Scarlett grasped a Kilantra blade, and an AS-58 gun. The glimmer of the Kilantra blade was like familarty for her. She took in the silver base of the knife that had been decorated in black, as sharp golden flecks lined its glossy reflectantly dark blade. She also studied the AS-58 gun. It was an Automatic Shuttershock, model number fifty eight. Which was one of the most powerful guns you could ever get ahold of; in the automatic shuttershock gun family, at least. It was metallic and white, almost the length of her arm. She had dreams about that gun when she first studied weapons at the conservatory. A small smirk had risen to her lips as she held her two weapons.
Lucian studied Scarlett’s interest in the weapon. She held it like she was sure of herself, she held it in fascination. She wasn’t afraid. That intrigued him.“Very well.” Lucian spoke, as he walked past her. As he did, a clear wall started to come down, separating the room in half. The wall moved as the rest of the room widened. Scarlett was on the right side, while the guards and Lucien were on the left, creating a division between the simulation arena, and the exit. Suddenly, all of the lights completely shut off, and there was a concerning silence that erupted into a thrilling aurora. Thick, white smoke began to fill the air, and eventually her nose.
The sound of a computerized voice began to count down.
Five.
She tightened her grip on both of her chosen weapons.
Four...she creased her forehead and increased her sense of hearing.
Three...she allowed her Vampric abilities to turn themselves on so she could be more aware.
Two,
one,
zero.
The red lights had cut back on, as a giant eruption of black creatures with wings that breathed fire, had charged at her. Their mouths were twisted, and they had big long noses that dropped over their lips. Thick green substances flung from their spiked bodies. One of the demented animals had jumped on her back. Its winged feet dug into her skin. “Ah!” She cried. She didn’t understand how something computer generated could feel so real. It slashed her face sharply, with its rounded claws. She pulled its wings forward, and snapped them in half in a quick-like fashion, anger pulsating through her. The chemistry of her anger was like a cold fire that was slowly rising into her lungs and engulfing her entire existence. The hot acrimony of there being a possibility of her failing is what motivated her even more as she groaned.
She took the Kilantra blade and jabbed its throat fearfully. It disappeared in fiery digitized pixels. She then leaped upwards, as another creature charged at her. Quickly, she used her AS-58. She slammed the gun backwards, whisking it into the creature's heart, all the while throwing the Kilantra blade up in the air skillfully, as it slashed another one in the face. Two of the winged creatures had breathed fire together. They created a ball of energy that slammed into her body with a burning force that would have melted her insides if she were a mortal. It singed her skin. Scarlett slammed her eyes shut, as the fire burned her. Twisted pain and sour agony coursed through her veins and her hands shook, when another creature bit her forearm.
She screamed, as the creature had bitten into her leg, almost tearing through the surface of her skin. She knew it was a simulation, but the experience felt all too real. She shoved its jaw with her left foot. Scarlett heard the cracked noise of its bones as she crushed its wings.With repressed anger, and pent up aggression, and with force, she slammed her foot against its head and crushed its skull out of pure rage .
She absolutely hated getting beat down. She hated to lose. She would not let herself get beat up and thrown around by a digital simulation that was created to destroy her. She was strong. She was trained. She could do this. As another charged at her, she jumped to the ceiling and fired her AS-58, watching as the electricity from the gun perished the creature that was about to slash her face, and as she jumped down, she threw the gun to her left.
She used her
