Name:-Jake Blakeway
Age:-15
Looks:-
Weapons:-a pistol and a shortsword

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Night was falling on the forest, revealing a thousand stars that completed for the title of brightest. It was dark, pitch black, and the moon was obstructed by a thick layer of clouds, blocking out the vibrant starlight. A gray curtain hung overhead, intensifing the aura of fear and gloom. During the day, the forest followed the quite routine of nature, and come the night, the animals took their leave. At night, it was not the animals, but the humans, who were the fiercest beings in this forest. A clearing in the forest was turned into a private fight club, where men fought to their deaths. In this place, where the bets were high as the stakes, a man could win enough money to support his family for a lifetime. Many fighters came every evening, but come dawn, only a few remained alive. The remainder, those unlucky souls, were piled and burned in the deep forest.

Jake was walking through the bustling crowds, trying not to hurt or bumb into anyone, afterall it was his first time here and one mistake and you could be signing your death wish. He was only 15 and yet he looked like a 18 yr old waiting to explore the wide world, while actully Jake was happy enough where he was, as he liked bieng around people who were dangerous, but could protect him.Jakes long black trench coat, was wavering in the cool midnight brezze gently, but with the occasional violent flutter that would catch Jake off guard,Along with Jakes hair that would flutter every now and agian, getting in his face and making his life rather annoying and more complicated than it needed to be. His hair at this time of night mistaken for a shade of Jet black but it was infact dark brown with a tiny hint of black. Jakes eyes were also brown so that in the night he eyes looked lifless and as if he had been posessed by another bieng or medium.

Jake walked over to a wooden pen, which was part of a larger fence, and edged towards the entrance. His shoes squished agianst the blood soaked ground... he looked inside the pen, and his intenstines reeled. The entire thing was coated with blood splatter, the spillage from a hundred fights. He leaned against the fence, attentivtely watching as a young man lost his life to a girl who looked no older than sixteen. The man crawed backwards, with a scared expression on his face. The girl smiled, and drove the sword through his heart in one motion. He screamed, and struggled, and then feel limp, as a lake of blood flowed from the wound on his chest and pooled beneath him. The sword came out of his chest with a squelch, bringing the smell of flesh blood to the arena. She brought the sword below her nose, and inhaled the scent of fresh blood. Her face was rage, elatation, complemented by a certain insane twinkle in her eyes.

A thought raced though Jake's head. 'Psycho...'

(the girl does not have to be you)

Name: Jayda Mandel although she is most commonly known by her alias - Valdis
Age:17
Build: She has an athletic build from a life of hard training. Everything about her is athletic.
Role: Mercenary
Physical Description: Dark brown mysterious eyes. Short cropped hair mixed with shades of dark and light brown, resembling that of a medium length male haircut with a side fringe but styled to add a feminine touch. (this is the hairstyle I was trying to get at, http://www.hairstylesdesign.com/gallery/images/short_hairstyles_01_01.jpg ) She's 5 foot 6. Her back isn't even close to attractive, riddled with scars from a brutal past and a tattoo of Korean characters down the underside of her right forearm.
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The chilling winds were harsh in the caress of Jayda's lungs. But she wasn't worried about that. She had much bigger problems than that, six foot two, muscular problems. Most would run at even the idea of being locked in a pen with a man more than twice your size but Jayda relished at the idea. Crazy some would say, complete ecstasy in her oppinion. There was nothing in the world that could match the feeling of draining someone elses life. All of these thoughts were tearing through her head as with a final thrust of the heavy blade she sent yet another oponent to his death. She twisted the sword within his chest, savouring the demented roar he emitted. Jayda pulled the blade out and watched the man writhe and drown in his own blood. She lifted the sword to her nose and inhaled, the scent of fresh blood was so much sweeter when shed by your own hand.

The surrounding crowds were roaring, many of the new comers had not bet their money on Jayda winning this fight. Many of the veterans knew better. Jayda walked across the pen and, placing the tip of the glinting blade in the mud, let the sword lean against the pen. She walked over to her challenger and victim and knelt down. Her hands were dirty with his blood. She pulled on his shirt and rubbed the fabric over her hands to wipe off the layer of blood lacing her hands before standing up. She turned and, with droplets of blood speckled over her face like freckles, walked out of the pen.

She had little trouble getting through the crowd, most of the men present made an effort to move out of her way as if she were moses parting the sea. She was far from such sacramental grace. But to men who bet their money on her win she might as well have been. After finally breaking free of the crowd a man in his early thirties quickly approached her, patting her on the back and grinning.
"I knew you'd come through for me, you always do. I been betting my money on you since your second fight, I knew you were gunna be a winner, I just knew. Just keep it up and you will have helped me give my family a better life," He said with a grin.
"You've known me my whole life Vince, in fact you're the reason I'm here. Don't tell me you put me in the line of death and took the risk of sacrificing me, just to save your family from poverty?"
"Don't act like you don't enjoy it, I can see the satisfaction on your face every time you take a mans life. You try so hard to hide it but I know you too well, I can see it."
"You don't know me at all," Jayda said in a flat chilling tone before she walked away from him and towards a bucket full of water to wash her face.

Jayda gazed at the person staring back at her, it couldn't be her. It looked like her but they were two different people. For the young sixteen year old girl staring back at her knew nothing about Jayda at all. What could she expect from her reflection. Nothing. Jayda drew in a deep breath and let the cold air nestle in her lungs before breathing out. Why she enjoyed the cold so much she didn't know. Perhaps she was as detatched from human emotion as everybody said she was. Perhaps not. She moved away from the washing bucket which held a water of a sickening scarlet hue. A small grin moved over Jayda's light ruby lips at this before it disappeared as she walked back to the edge of the crowd. She found a makeshift seat carved out of a fallen log and sat down on it, gazing up at the moon shrouded by the heavy clouds.

Jayda let her eyelids fall closed so she could reflect on her fight, hooding her dark obsidian eyes. With her eyes closed she could still feel the euphoria of taking that mans life thick in her veins and plagueing her heart. Her eyes were usually the first thing people noticed about her, not because they sparkled with life or because of the intensity of their colour but rather because of the absence of either. They were a very dark brown with deep flecks of gold within them, but they appeared only as the ghostly remains of a fire that had been swallowed by the night. But with these eyes closed it gave way to the rest of her features. Her short cropped hair, predominantly a dark brown, gave way to a lighter chestnut here and there and the style resembled that of a medium length male haircut except for the fringe that started more on the left side of her head and swept across her forehead. It was styled nicely, not that she ever did it, for she was fortunate that without any effort it would usually settle its own way to provide a feminine approach to such a cut. With a rather petite nose that seemed to rest in the dead centre of her face and elevated cheek bones she was quite stunning. But that was just a mask that kept hidden something much more sinister beneath these angelic features of a beautiful sixteen year old girl, a killer.

Jake watched the ending of the fight. The word physco was growing stronger and stronger in his mind. She enjoyed it, and Jake could tell that so easily from her eyes. Jake knew now, that this place was dangerous. If all fighters were like her, then he was as good as dead. Jake was now fearing his first fight.

He saw the girl, she was sitting down. Jake decided it would be better to go see who he was going to fight first, and whether his first fight would be tonight. If it was not going to be tonight. Jake decided he would stay and watch the fights anyway. As he needed to see how everyone else fought if he was going to stand a chance against anyone here.

He made his way through the crowd, trying hard not to bump into anyone. Jake however got his foot caught in some mud as he passed the girl from the fight and bumped into her quite softly, but still it was a bump. Jake muttered a sorry under his breath and carried on walking hoping she would just dismiss it and let him carry on

Jayda's eyes were still closed as she sat on the log, leaning forward and letting her arms rest on her knees. She drew in a deep breath and let her god forsaken memories put a full frontal attack on her mind. She allowed this only after a fight, to remind herself of who she was and how she got here, something she could never forget. After a short while she shoved these memories aside with a vengance and drew in yet another deep breath. This after battle routine was exactly that, a series of actions she would take exactly in that order. But it was the soft bump that shook her, it was the murmur of sorry that threw her from her routine.

Usually Jayda wouldn't concern herself with such small and trivial things like a simple bump. She found it a waste of her time and energy. Some may call her 'psycho' or 'out of control' just because she relished the idea of killing others but she didn't go around taking the life of anyone that bumped into her. It would be silly to do so. It'd be like shining a spot light on her and carrying a huge flashing sign saying 'arrest me, I like to kill people'. This time however was different. With the euphoria of the battle lacing her every heart beat and plagueing her limbs she found herself climbing to her feet to confront the offender. When she looked up she was met by an infamiliar figure. This figure was alien in this territory.

The young male, for thats what the figure was, was only a little taller than her and had cropped jet black hair. Jayda smiled when she saw the trench coat flutter in the chilling breeze for it was contrary to his body language, with his shoulders hunched as if to ward of the dangerous souls wandering the forest at this time of night. The feirce beasts inhabiting this clearing. Her smile lingered when she realised she was one of those beasts he was trying so hard to distance himself from.

Her better discernment told her to leave the new comer alone, for he had only bumped her. But since when had she cared much for better judgement? So with that her hand reached out and gripped the young males wrist and wrenched him back in her direction to face her.
"Careful where you step boy," She said in a flat tone laced with malicious intent.
The cold night air felt uncomfortable, but it didn't compare to the way she was staring into him, past him. And yet he could see something he'd never seen within the eyes of another fifteen year old. Dark eyes enveloped in blood lust and experiences unimaginable to most teenagers held within their core. These were the eyes of the demeanted indeed.

Jake thought he had got away with it. Escaping the monstrous grasp of the person he had hit. However his worst fears were confirmed when he saw her get up. Jake tried to move a little faster, but he knew that escape was not going to happen at all.

Jake watched as she looked at him. It was scary. Her looks, it was freaky. It was not normal, she was like a monster. It was like death itself. It made Jakes hairs stick up on the side of his neck. It made him want to run. And he did try, but he was stopped when her hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. Her voice was dull, but it was enough to scary Jake.

One thing however, that she did do wrong. She had started Jakes instinct. Jake may be be scared of her, but he did not like being touched, by anyone. And when she did touch him. it started his fight or flight instinct. Jake would usually run, but since he could not, he decided to fight. Jake took his other free wrist, and threw it with tremendous force towards her face, not caring if it hit or miss, but she was not expecting it, so Jake believed it would hit

The wind picked up and howled through the trees like a last cry of honour from a dying soul. The sudden increase in wind pressure made Jayda's hair sway and flip and dance violently as if it were the fires of hell. The raucious cheering of intoxicated men flowed forth and swallowed the haunting moan of the wind. The cheering rose and surrounded the two who stared deeply into the eyes of the other in a deadly lock of gazes. A few slivers of moonlight broke free of the clouds shouding it and permeated the forest clearing. The two forms of Jayda and the boy she had confronted broke free from the suffocating maw of darkness and ebbed into the light of the moving moonlight. Mother Nature herself was preparing for what was going to happen.

It wasn't very often Jayda found herself underestimating her opponent. She didn't overestimate them either but she was the type of person to carefully calculate her opponents ability to ensure she had a plan that would counter their talents. However, this time she hadn't. This time she had seen the average sized figure with the shoulders hunched in fear and automatically assumed that this boy was a coward. That is why the sudden image of white fingers curled into a menacing fist came flying towards her she wasn't something she anticipated. She had little time to react. This boy may look like a timid school boy but she could tell there was something else about him. There was a hidden defiance and fight in him.

With swiftness that was more instinct than intended she managed to jerk her head backwards. Unfortunately her mistake had cost her too much and she found the boys punch clipping her jaw and making her head whip sharply to the left. A dull pain made itself known on her chin. She ignored it. Since she still had the boys wrist in her grip she immediately started her counter attack, wrenching the boy towards her and sending the elbow of her free arm rocketing towards his face with a dangerous force. This was intended to do more than just hurt.

Jake felt the change in nature. It scared him. It felt like the whole world was watching them, even the moon had decided to stop and stare. It was adrenaline. Adrenaline pumping throughout his veins. That was what he wanted, the thrill. He smiled to himself as his punch had connected. She had underestimated him. But now she was going to fight back. And this was where Jake was scared. He knew he could fight. He could dish out damage. But he could never take it. His pain resistance was fairly low. He felt himself getting wretched forward. not noticing that she was getting ready for a attack. The wind made her look liked death herself. And that was scared him. She looked like a angel, and demon. She had this aura that made Jake want to run and hide.

The crowd seemed to love it. A new kid standing up to a veteran. They were cheering and edging them both on. Of course. Jake had forgotten about the fact he was being wretched closer, and before his mind had time to react, he yelped. A very powerful elbow had slammed into the front of his face. His nose got crushed. Blood was now trickling out from it and running down his face, and dripping off into the floor. Jake looked down and then used his free hand to wipe some blood off, but quickly it was replaced with new blood.

Part of jake wanted to cry. Wanted to cry and run for the hills. But another part wanted jake to stick it out. However Jake's mind clicked and saw he was at a disadvantage. She still held his one arm. As long as she did, she could pull jake back and hurt him, and he would struggle to defend. jake however decided to see how much pain she could take. Because afterall, this could work to his advantage. As long as she has his arm, Jake cant dodge effectively, But neither can she. Jake was far too heavy. Jake baled his free, now bloodied hand into a fist once more and sent it back to her face, this time aiming for the nose, he was also keeping his eyes out incase she moved, so jake could try and adjust his fist.

The roar of the crowd echoed deep within her ears. Her heart drummed in the cavern of her chest. The adrenaline was thick in her veins, pumping pure ecstasy through her body. Who needed drugs when you could fight? This natural high was the only thing that kept her coming back to this secret fight club. She could easily continue with her usual routine life of a mercenary, hitman if you prefer, but even that couldn't compare to the resonant roar of the crowd, the chilling wind on the skin, the smell of hands wet with layers of blood, the look of determination on her opponents face shrivel into complete and utter dispair. This is what kept her coming back. This is what kept her fighting.

The cheers of the crowd peaked as Jayda's elbow slammed into the front of the boys face. They were cheering for blood and that's exactly what she gave them. The scarlet liquid burst from his nose, dribbling down her forearm while small speckled droplets decorated her face like freckles. She allowed him to at least wipe the blood from his face, gaze at his own reflection within the flowing river of scarlet and let the fear run through his body. This she would allow him to feel.

She half expected to feel him violently tugging on his arm so he could distance himself from her. She half expected him to try to run away from this fight. Lucky she only half expected it, otherwise she would have been very disappointed. Instead he stood his ground and before she knew it was throwing another punch. His fist collided with her nose, blood erupting from her nostrils as her head whipped around. It was as if someone had paused the scene for she didn't move at first. She stood in the contorted form as the blood rolled down the chin and dropped to mix with the mud at her feet. She didn't move to even wipe the blood. This was something the boy hadn't seen before.

Then the most terrifying sound he had ever heard slid from her light ruby lips. It started with a hollow chuckle, deep and haunting. It wasn't long until the chuckleing evolved into a terrifying and hideous eerie laugh. This was such a demented sound that even the crowd stopped cheering to focus their attention on keeping hold of their bowels. Slowly Jayda turned her gaze back to the boy with the horrifying laugh still spewing from her lips. Without warning she pulled his arm so it was outstretched and spun in so she had her back pressed to his chest, blocking his other arm from helping his trapped one as well trying to obscure his view. Once she had herself between the boy and his arm she twisted his grip so his elbow was facing upwards, lighlty painful in itself. But what she was planning to do was much worse than that tiny twinge of pain for she lifted her free arm, bending it at the elbow, and drove it down, aiming for his own elbow.

Jake smirked. He did it, she was bleeding. Him and now her were both covered in blood. It was great. But the noise she made. It scared him. I made him want to run, but he decided to hold his ground. He felt her grab him, and realized he was now in a awkward hold. It confused him. They looked like ballet dancers. But yet again, his mind clicked. But it was too late. He knew he could not see his elbow. but he could feel the pain from it being twisted. He however, kept that inside him. He knew what was coming next. She was going to break his elbow. Jake needed a quick plan. but what could he do?

Then it clicked. She had made sure Jake could not use his free arm to block anything. But that did not mean he could not use it. He struggled to free it and then used it to attack her shoulder. Brining his outstretched hand as hard as he could. making sure it was the shoulder of the arm that she was using to attack his elbow. He was hoping if he hit it with enough force, he would be able to get her to stop the attack. But it was very unlikely. Jake slammed his down on her shoulder, and waited to see what would happen, the silence going on forever.

It almost felt like slow motion as her elbow edged closer to its destination. If she hit correctly this would not only break his elbow but dislocate it so his elbow would bend the opposite way as well as tear the tendons from the bone. As the image of what she was about to do flashed into Jayda's mind she found herself sporting a malvolent grin and the deep haunting laugh finally stopped. The crowd watched on in eager expectation almost predicting the loud crunch they expected to hear when her blow struck. Each one of them seemed to turn their ears so they could make out the horrible grinding sound they wanted to hear. They painful scream that was sure to follow was just a bonus.

But to everyone's dismay, not such pleasurable sound was emitted. Jayda had been centremeters away from her desitnation when something slammed against her shoulder. A light pang of agony tore through her shoulder and swirled around her shoulder-blade but it did not deter her. She continued with her original blow. The only problem with that was that the blow to her shoulder had knocked her off course and sent her elbow crashing into the boys forearm. The boys plan almost didn't work for she struck very close to his elbow, but not close enough. Instead of presenting a mangled and useless arm he was offered only a brutal blow to the back of his forearm perhaps only providing a tiny fracture.

Immediately Jayda felt the unfamiliar pang of disheartenment when she realised her blow did not land directly. This boy was quick thinking, unlike the other aged male opponents she was used to fighting. No matter, she was confident in her ability. After all she had never lost a fight, obvious by her presence here tonight. For at a place like this the prize for winning is walking away with your life.

Jayda wasn't distracted by her miss for long and reacted immediately. With her back still pressed more to the left side of the boys chest she glanced behind her and on the back swing of her first blow sent her first flying backwards, over her shoulder and past her own head, in the direction of the boys head. She would allow him no chance to rest. No time to allow his quick thinking. She was going to turn this into a battle of pure instinct.

Jake screamed out. It was quite scary. His bones however were strong enough to absorb the blow. He saw her fist Coming close, and he smirked. Jake knew what he was going to do. With speed and agility, Jake moved his free arm and bet it infront of his face. Extending it and grabbing her wrist. Both if them now had each other in a lock of some sort. Jake decided to try and see if he could break free from her. Jake twisted his body to the left and towards the ground. Forcing her to go down with him. Then he bought his left leg up, and plainly and simply rammed his knees into her back, trying to separate them, and ignoring his arm that was groaning from pressure. he knew he was hurting his arm, but he knew he was hurting her too.

The boys cry erupted from his lips and Jayda couldn't help but smile. She absorbed the satifying cry and relished in it. The cry of pain inflicted by herself, was there any better existing sound? If so she was yet to find it. Although she doubted she ever would, or wanted to for that fact. The roar of agony was far too satisfying. It made her blood flow faster and hey heart beat twice as fast. Yes, she was sure, she didn't want to find another sound that could rival this one. This was the sound of her childhood. This was the sound that gave her so much pleasure. She wanted no other.

Jayda inhaled sharply in obfuscation. This boy had stopped her attack after she tried so hard to eliminate his quick thinking. As she turned her head slightly to look back at him a smirk crawled onto her lips. It had been a while since she had faught such a lithe and dextrous opponent. Most of the men here didn't possess that ability, it needed to be taught at a young age or it could never truly be mastered. This boy, the coward she thought he was, was looking more like a true fighter.

The boy and Jayda now had each other in some sort of awkward hold which forced both of them off-balance. Which is why, when the boy threw himself to the ground, Jayda could do little to stop herself from falling with him. She felt the cushioned thud of the ground as her body fell onto it. She clenched her jaw and winced in pain as she felt the boys knee drive into her back and push against it. Her arms, in contorted positions, cried out in pain but Jayda would not permit the world to hear it. Her back throbbed as the pressure of the boys knee dug deeper. She didn't want to let go, but it started to look like she might have to. Oh well, she'd figure out another course of attack.

With half a plan in her head Jayda decided to go for it rather than wait for her brain to come up with the rest of it, she'd just see how the first part panned out and then just go from there. *Here we go* she thought before springing into action. She drove the arm the boy was holding into the ground, mud splashing up her arm and soaking his hand. Then, simultaneously, Jayda let go of the boys arm and twisted the arm in his grip. With the arm in his grip, and the boys hand itself, soaked with mud ot was difficult for him to uphold his vice grip and , with the lubrication of the mud, she was able to slip her arm from his now soggy grip.

Jayda rolled away from him and, while in motion, rolled onto her feet. As she rolled onto her feet she propelled herself in the boys direction. She slid across the mud with the grace of an ice scater on a frozen lake and pulled her right leg back. She slid closer and just as the boy rolled over let her leg fly in a powerful and severely detrimental kick aimed for his head. Perhaps Jayda was a little over confident. Perhaps not. Not many could avoid such a powerful boot, especially when they were unexpectant of it.

Jake felt the swell and the thrill from hurting her. Feeling the thought of giving her pain, it was priceless, she really did underestimate him. Jake smirked as he saw his knee doing damage. However, he did not know that this girl, was going to be so quick in planning a counter attack. Jake had expected her to be slightly slow and slightly stupid, but from what she was starting to do, it looked on the contrary.

She had seemed to be moving her arm that he was holding into the mud. For a second he was unsure what she was trying to do, but as soon as he got control of his other arm back, it was obvious. She was trying to break both locks. Jake was confident he could still hold her, however the mud was making it difficult. Jake tried to hold, but soon she broke free and rolled away, leaving Jake half lying on the ground, half getting up.

Jakes eyes never left the girl, he had to stay constantly aware of what was going on. If he let his guard down for a second, it would be fatal. Jake saw her grace and was half able to predict her move, while he was expecting a fancy spin kick of sorts, Jake dived backwards with what little space he had, making his entire body slide back in the mud, with his body lying down.

Her kick missed, epically. Jake was shocked she was using a powerful kick, and not something more elegant. She seemed to fight like a man, with the speed of a woman, which in a way was even more lethal. Jake smiled to himself as he quickly jumped up. Glad he had missed her kick, he waited for her to attack again, this was going to be e endurance fight, with no rounds, no breaks..nothing. Jake was a boy, he could out last a girl in endurance, he just had to let her to all of the attacking

This boy learnt quick. He only had to study her and learn from past mistakes, if any, to gain information on his opponent. This boy had somehow transformed from that small figure trembling with fear to a competent fighter. He reminded Jayda very much of herself, the way he calculated moves and was quick to formulate defense and attack plans. The problem with fighting someone a lot like yourself was that a fight like that could go on forever. But because Jayda knew all this about herself it made it possible to guess his limits and abilities. The boy being like her also gavew her the advantage of being able to make a hypothesis about what he was doing at certain points in the fight. That's why, as Jayda managed to break the hold and put herself in the position to attack again, she was aware that his gaze was locked on her, always tracking her. She would have to work harder to throw the boy from his confidence and make his reliance on his ability to track and counter her attacks decrease dramatically. She just had to figure out how.

Jayda was already thinking of her next move as she let rip a lethal kick, a little disappointed to see that it had miseed. Even though she knew the boy was tracking her she had, in the heat of battle, let her mind run wild with the possible outcomes to produce the events she desired most and had not added to the equation that he was on guard for her attack. But instead of dwelling on the disheartening outcome that had defied her imagination she decided to concentrate and put a little more effort into the fight she was so quick to judge earlier as easy.

So it was a ten second break to catch her breath, which on the down side allowed him time to get to his feet, and nothing more before she attacked again. Just before she attacked she quickly scanned his body. He wasn't very stable yet seeing as he only just got to his feet, with a jump at that, and when people aren't stable they tend to stand with their legs further than shoulder width apart. So before giving the boy any time to correct this she ran at him. She watched him slide his right foot back, obviously his preferred foot, to ready himself but still made no effort to move his feet to shoulder width. This is what she had been hoping for. When pressured to make a decision there is usually a fault that can be found. Most of the time you get away with it. Sometimes, however, you do not.

Jayda waited till she was just a few feet away from the boy before she swiftly dove to the ground, feet first, and slid between his legs. The mud made the slide relatively quick but also made it more difficult to get to her feet. Long and deep trenches tore through the ground as her feet struggled against the slick surface. Luckily she was able to get her balance and rise to her feet less than a metre away. She made the best use of that metre and, curling her fingers into a fist, let one hell of a punch fly. Her plan had worked out well so far. If this attack turned out the way she had predicted she would be that much closer to carrying out her plan successfully and defeating this boy.

Jake had felt as if time had dragged on. Getting up and watching her, always watching her. it was his job, his mind letting loose with endless ways of her attacking him, however how she did attack him, was not what he had immediately expected. His mind had wondered in the other way, expecting a more frontal attack. the mud was too wet to slide on, but she did it. Leaving jake in a highly vulnerable place. Jake turned with his left side of the body, as he did he did not see her on the ground, she was up, and she was attacking. She threw a punch at him.

The punch itself caught him in the face. The raw power made him yelp, and even knocked him off his feet. He went flying backwards and went about a meter and then hit the floor with a thud. It hurt. That was what it was doing for jake, hurting. It was unesscary pain. Jake looked up and decided he was going to move, or maybe not. He was confident at fighting, but once he took a blow like that his confidence went right out of the window. He did not want to carry on. he wanted to lie there and rest and recover, and fight later. He looked up into her eyes, his eyes conveying his message of surrender. it was like trying to tame a beast, Jake was not sure if it would work, if it would work then jake could rest, if not, then he would have to try and avoid the rest of the pain.

Jayda felt her fist collide with the boys face. She felt his skin moving beneath her fist. She heard a pained yelp escape his lips and watched his body twist before flying through the air and landing on the ground with a sickening thud. A malvolent grin possessed her lips as she stared down at the muddled figure lying in the mud. She watched him lift his slumped head to look up at her and her smirk only grew, bareing her teeth now as she spotted the pleading look in his eyes. He had been so confident a few seconds ago, only to have all that confidence shattered. Oh well, it didn't matter much, his shame would die with him. This was the look she yearned for from all her opponents. It was one of the main reasons she kept coming back. That pleading and defeated look, too stupid to know they're already dead.

"Jayda! Jayda! Jayda! Jayda!" The crowds roar was loud and resonant as they begged her to kill him, begged her to finish him of with a brutal blow that would put the strongest stomachs to the test. This she would grant them. She walked over to the boy, casting a long shadow over him as she blocked the moonlight. But her dark menacing figure would have lost its deadly appeal - for a flimsy shawl of moonlight enveloped her back and caused a bright light to outline her body - if it weren't for the malicious gaze she held. She stopped to tower over the boy, gazing down at him like an eagle circling its prey, ready to swoop down and devour it.

She leaned forward to grab the boy by the trench coat her wore, planning to raise him so she could be eye to eye with him. Now with her tormenting grin dissipated, she looked far more sinister. This expression was unnerving and some would say they preferred the demeanted grin. Not many had lived to make a decision properly.

Jak yelped again, looking at her face.It was scary. She was not going to back down, she was going to kill him. It all started with a single bump, and now it ended with his coming death. Jake knew he could escape, but he could not be bothered. He knew she was just hunt him down and the whole process would be a lot more painful.

However as he got dragged up to her eye level, his determination to win came back. And what he was going to do was not classes as illegal, he was just changing the type of fight. His hands were free, and she only had him by the coat. He went inside his coat and pulled out a small short-sword and stabbed it into her wrist. The turning with as much speed as he could he literally jumped out of his coat and made a run for the forest, running into the tree. His life was still worth living. the only thing he had left behind for the girl to remember him by was a coat and a dagger, but Jake had not got far yet, and he was still within chasing range.

A roar of pain erupted from Jayda's lips and gripped the forest in a horrifying and chilling aura. This bone chilling sound was so hollow and ghastly that even some of the men in the crowd flinched. In the distance a crackling roll of thunder tore through the sudden silence, the gods were listening. Jayda locked her jaw, clenching her teeth, as she tried desperately to hold in the cries of agony she wanted to emit. With deep red blood dribbling down and staining her tattooed forearm Jayda steadied herself. She had to calm down if she wanted to concentrate. She drew in a deep breath and quickly glanced to where the boy had run to. She spotted the familiar figure on the edge of the tree line, shrouded by the midnight veil of darkness.

A suffocating silence descended on the clearing as Jayda gripped the handle of the short-sword and, taking two deep breaths, began to slide it out of her wrist. The crowd watched in heavy anticipation as the tip of the glinting blade disappeared under her skin and, with another cry of pain, the sword slid all the way out of her wrist. Her breathing was heavy as if she had just run for miles, panting as she gripped the short-sword with a trepidating hand. The scarlet liquid was oozing out of her wound by now and her hand was throbbing wildly. The crowd erupted in more cheering once the blade was out of her wrist and begged for her to kill the boy. Death was what they wanted from her but most of them knew they would not recieve it. Jayda had not planned to kill the boy, the thought never even crossed her mind, the crowd had known that from the very beginning. She was a complicated girl indeed, capable of viciously tearing a life out a mans grip without any remorse or so much as a blink. And yet she refused to kill a new comer. This was more of a sport to her and she treated it as thus. Refusing to kill a new comer for they had yet to experience this place. She would offer them a hefty beating, often within inches of their lives, but never gave them death on their very first fight. This boy was, or had been, no different.

Jayda ignored her bleeding hand, ignored the unbearable throbbing and ignored the sudden loss of blood. There was a slight pause in her movements before she took off after the boy. The harsh wind blowing through her hair, the cool night moisture bathing her skin, her feet squelching lightly in the mud, the moon casting a haunting light over her. And as she ebbed closer to the boy with each stride she realised she was smiling. She realised she was actually enjoying herself, beyond the usual ectasy pumping through her body that she fed off. She was having genuine fun. Still she gripped the short-sword tightly and ran after the boys figure, so close now she could make out the clothes he wore under the trench coat and his hair flowing in the breeze. She may have been having genuine fun but that wasn't going to deter her from her revenge. She had not been planning to kill the boy but now that he had driven the blade of his short-sword into her wrist she wasn't so sure.

Jake kept running, knowing he was going to pay for the fact that he stabbed her with a weapon. He looked behind him and saw her closing the gap. The rumble of thunder scaring him. He knew by the smile on her face. She wanted revenge. Jake wanted this to stop. He wished he had just gone back to the beginning and not bumped into her, or at least not punched her when she grabbed his arm. All of his thoughts were racing, and he was watching how close she was. And because of that, not looking where he was going. Which meant when he ran into the tree infront of him. He yelped and fell to the floor panting. The exhaustion getting to him

"Leave me alone"

A dull thud possessed the surrounding air as Jayda saw the boy run into the tree in front of him and fall to the ground. She slowed her pace as she reached the boy, stopping just in front of his panting form. A flash of lightning tore through the night sky and lit up the forest for a brief second. She gazed down at him with a hungry expression, she was going to make sure this hurt...alot. Another low chuckle seeped from her lips as she heard the boy beg for her to leave him alone. She would not leave him alone until he was laying in his own blood.

A light downpour began, tiny droplets of water falling every now and them, barely a sprinkle of rain. Jayda towered over the boy who still sat on the ground. She let her gaze meet the boys, let him feel the true helplessness of the situation before she lifted the hand holding the short-sword and drove her hand down, aiming to stab the boy in his thigh. For once she was unsure of the boys intentions here, whether he was going to try to dodge it and make another run for it, or whether he was even prepared for it. Either way, it did not matter, this was just the beginning of his punishment.