It slashed her throat, black blood spraying out for only a second before the wound healed and stitched itself back up. She took her hard fist and crammed it right into its face with force. Flashes of training and fighting overnight had come to her brain, and in that moment, she knew her hard work paid off. Scarlett was skilled, she would not be torn down. Especially by a digitalized monster that didn’t exist in the real world.
She twisted the creature's head, and fired repeatedly at the one that was behind her. She saw the reflection of fire and her own expression briefly flicker in it’s digital eyes. Her bones were never getting tired, the feel of combat energized her, left her wanting more, she felt powerful. All of a sudden, she heard the rumbling of what sounded like footsteps. As she turned, her eyes grew wide.
The last one left was bigger than all the rest. Its body was twisted and dark, as fire erupted from its lungs. She had 15 seconds left. The creature then ran towards her, as it jabbed at her side. When it opened its mouth, she expected fire again but was in shock, as it breathed a chemical smoke that made her throat begin to close up and she coughed, as it shook the ground when it walked.
She snatched the AS-58 and shot at its legs, the creature howled in a mix of what sounded like pain, and anger. It slapped her to the floor. Swiftly, she wiped her blood from her lip, fired the gun again, and took her Kilantra and waved it over the head of the AS-58. It allowed her to be more in control of where the shot went, and she fired it right at the creature’s heart. It shrieked back in cower, collapsing to its back.
Scarlett then took the opportunity while it was vulnerable to rip out its tongue, and jabbed the Kilantra into its neck. The timer was at five seconds, and she was done. She dropped the blade beside her, along with the AS-58.
She felt exhausted, and her body was tired, but she knew that she could handle more. She was ready.
As she looked around, she realized all of the digital blood and demented black creatures were gone, and the test simulation must had cleared. When scarlett turned, she saw that the wall had let itself down. Prince Lucian’s golden eyes had flashed to her in astonishment, as he ran a finger through strands of blue that was his hair. Confidence danced within his stride, as his back seemed permanently straight. An emerald sword was strapped tightly by his hip, the blade freshly sharpened. The prince narrowed his eyes, and spoke with his chin up. “Your skills are impressive.” He said.
Lucian couldn’t understand how a person as skinny as Scarlett could’ve taken on twenty digitized monsters from the test simulation that he’d created specifically to both mentally and physically challenge the Vampric.
He gazed at the slight muscles of her lean shoulders that were prevalent from her white uniformed top. She’d trained hard, and was completely fit. Her stomach was tight and flat, her jaw strong, and her hips wide. She had a unique face, with chocolate curls that were pulled to the back of her head. Her face was wide, that favored a pressed nose, which complimented the pale of her eyes. Interestingly enough, she liked to think that she looked more or less dead, at times.
Scarlett glanced at him over her shoulder, and licked her fangs. She wiped black blood from her cheek, as her scars healed themselves quickly. “I know.” She spoke, and turned to face him. Instantly, she felt underdressed. Not that she’d ever been a flashier person, like maybe how her sister Liveria was, but around a royal like him; she felt slightly less-than. Her face didn’t show it.
He smirked. “I admire a woman with a big ego. Gets rather boring when they constantly stroke your own.” Lucian said, with dismissiveness.When the corners of his lips quirked up again, his eyes smiled at her. “You’d understand that feeling, yes?”
Wherever her eyes tried to escape to, Lucian’s would find them. She looked down slightly, and played at her fingers sheepishly. She didn’t ever think of herself as a fully developed woman. She still felt like a child; well most of the time, at least. When Lucian said woman, it made her feel unfamiliar things. As if suddenly there was an expectation that Scarlett was supposed to subconsciously meet. And that both intrigued and terrified her.
She then looked up at him through her dark eyelashes. “Right.” She spoke, and then cocked her head. “Do you say that to your fiancé, too?” She teased. Her tone was slightly sour. Anyone with an oracle and a magicbook account could see that Lucian was clearly engaged to someone. If she were alive she would have blushed, but instead she paled. She knew Lucian was engaged, all of the people who lived in the country of Impala knew. He was an A-list celebrity, apparently. Lucian and Helvetikah’s engagement video was plastered all over Wandtube and various other websites.
He shrugged confidently and rested his hands at the gold of his belt buckle. He then nodded his head at her. His smile seemed forced. “Ouch.” There was a circular olive charm that rested at his throat decorated with flecks of gold and rubies. It was attached to a silver necklace, and complimented the shimmer of his golden eyes.
Scarlett held in her smile, and rolled her eyes as
