Book Nook and Writing Corner discussion

OK and your prompt is...

You are given a sword, an opponent and a goal; defeat your opponent. But how do you win when your opponent is two times taller and two times faster? It's a fight to the death and the clock is ticking, who will win?

There you go, have fun with that! :)

I grinned wickedly as I sharpened my sword. This battle would be one I enjoyed, even though I'd probably end up dead after my opponent got a hold of me. I was too reckless to care anyway -- my life meant nothing in the face of revenge. Ah, revenge. It would be so sweet to wound Arthon, to feel his blood on my sword with every stroke. He deserved it, after all. Anyone who touched my family paid, and after what Arthon had done, he deserved... Special treatment.

My sword was as sharp as it would ever be, so I straightened up to my full height of about 5 feet, smoothed out my battle uniform, and trudged into the place where I would await my introduction. I sighed deeply. I'd never really liked the battles, anyway, but what choice did I have? I had to win every time, or my head was on a silver platter and some other poor soul would take my place as Battlemaster. I pity anyone who would have to come into my role after I was dead. The trainers would be even harder on them. Though, what did it matter? I was killing those who fought me, extinguishing the lives of innocents. One more innocent would be just another tally on the Rulemaster's board, though they'd be facing something worse than death -- training. Arthon was the only one I wouldn't feel any guilt for. But if he beat me, I wouldn't be feeling anything anymore.

I was shocked out of my thoughts when I heard someone over the loudspeaker shout my name.

"Leila Battlemaster, come forward."

My feet obeyed the Rulemaster's command without my mind telling them to -- another sign that I'd done this far too many times. I walked to the center of the dirt circle -- the Arena. My heart began to pound, unlike most times I battled. This was different. This was me facing down the person who'd killed my parents and baby sister and made me watch them die. This was the person who'd made my life worthless to me. This was the person who'd probably kill me too.

Arthon stood there in the Arena, smirking down at me from his monstrous height of 10 feet. He wielded his own sword, along with his meaty hands, which were weapons in and of themselves. I toed the line, as did he.

"BEGIN!"

I slashed, ducked, hacked, and rushed around Arthon, knowing that his sheer largeness would keep him from keeping up with my nimble self. I was gleeful while inflicting damage, but I wanted -- no, needed -- to kill him. One lucky shot was all it would take.

Arthon became impatient with me after only 10 minutes of my sneaky blows, shouting, "Fight like you mean it! Get in front of me and FIGHT!"

Obviously, I couldn't do that, knowing it would make me vulnerable, so I stuck to striking when I could. All of a sudden, I felt throbbing pain in my sword arm. Arthon had managed to slice open my arm at the wrist.

"No,no!" I muttered. He'd rendered my arm useless. I had never trained with this sword in my left hand, but I couldn't even try, because Arthon had already knocked it away from my bleeding arm. I was trapped against the wall of the Arena now, my heart skipping around like a giddy five-year-old on chocolate. I was, essentially, dead. "I'm sorry, Mama. Papa. Penny. I let you down." I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kill me in the name of a game. All for the aristocracy's amusement... So why don't I give them something to watch?

My eyes snapped open, and I started doing flips around the Arena. I danced, and I flailed my legs around, leaving Arthon standing there, sword arm raised. He'd been putting on a show, too.

"Hey! Where are you going? I was going to kill you!"

I started to weaken from loss of blood, but I kept going. I spun and I did handsprings until I could no more. I crumpled to the ground. Arthon came to stand over me and deliver his last blow, but I had a different idea. I found enough strength to do one last thing before he killed me -- I raised my leg with crushing force between his legs and died with a smile on my face, knowing that he'd endured more pain than I in my last battle.



(( I know it's really bad, but I'm reeeeeaaallly tired, so forgive me, dears.))

Aww! Thanks, Lia! I feel so loved! *warm and/or fuzzy*

Woah Claire yours is sooooooo good! And since it's the best and only entry, you are the winner!!Congrats Claire :D

Any new prompts? I hope no one is getting tired of this already :(

Zhanaestilinski wrote: "Any new prompts? I hope no one is getting tired of this already :("

I think they just made Claire the winner, since she was the only contestant. xD

We need to have some set guidelines on the deadlines for posting new contests and for choosing winners. I'll PM you. ;)

Lia wrote: "Oh I miss these :( I have a good prompt but I want to participate in the next one. Hopefully another one gets put up soon! :)"

If you have a prompt, go ahead and post the next contest! We need ground activity! Don't worry, I'm a MOD; if anyone has a problem with it, they'll have to take it up with me. ;)

Oh, dear.. I haven't been on goodreads in AGES! I didn't even realize I'd won... Sorry, all! (I thought that others had posted, and if others had posted, I knew I wouldn't have won ;))

Lia wrote: "Cool! I posted :) I hope I won't have to judge though since I like participating ;)"

Claire wrote: "Oh, dear.. I haven't been on goodreads in AGES! I didn't even realize I'd won... Sorry, all! (I thought that others had posted, and if others had posted, I knew I wouldn't have won ;))"

It's fine! Thank you, Lia! To get us back on track, would you mind, judging, Claire?

No problemo! :) I love judging!

Claire wrote: "No problemo! :) I love judging!"

Yay! Problem solved!

Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "No problemo! :) I love judging!"

Yay! Problem solved!"

Peaches!

Claire wrote: "Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "No problemo! :) I love judging!"

Yay! Problem solved!"

Peaches!"

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Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "No problemo! :) I love judging!"

Yay! Problem solved!"

Peaches!"

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You know, "everything's just peaches." Or am I the only one who says that?

Claire wrote: "Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "No problemo! :) I love judging!"

Yay! Problem solved!"

Peaches!"

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You know, "eve..."

I think you're the only one. XD

Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "Claire wrote: "No problemo! :) I love judging!"

Yay! Problem solved!"

Peaches!"

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Eh, whatever.

xD

Anastasia [I'm Wonderstruck...] wrote: "xD"

:3