63 The Hawk Academy Youth Tournamen (1/2)

The little kitten stirred awake to the sound of loud cheering around her and she looked down towards the arena below in a flurry, worried she might have slept through the match. Luckily, the arena, which was a ground level square ring was empty, only the host stood at the arena's side, speaking loudly into a square magical device that seemed to magnify his voice.

Noticing the movement in her hands, Andria looked down to see Lexa stirring awake, her greenish-red eyes opening hazily. ”Oh, Andria forgot to wake you up!”

”5 second memory, noted.” Lexa sighed it off and sat up on Andria's lap, her eyes watching over the arena with intrigue.

”Little Fang, you wouldn't believe, guess who is fighting in the first match!” Andria suddenly said, her lips forming a cute pout.

”?” Lexa tilted her head towards her questioningly.

But before Andria could continue, the audience's cheering suddenly grew in intensity and the two of them looked below to find that the two contestants had begun to walk out towards the arena simultaneously.

When Lexa saw him, much like Andria, her brows furrowed in displeasure and she instantly knew that this was the person who Andria was talking about.

”So its that brat, huh.” Lexa sneered.

”Yeah, he's the one I was talking about!” Andria stuck out her tongue in distaste. ”I hope that big sister beats him up good!”

”Hehe, I'm liking your style more and more.” Lexa chuckled.

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The two opponents stood at either side of the square arena, flexing their lithe and muscular bodies.

On one side, Chris Fawhawk wore nothing but brown and gold shorts, showing off his youthful body which showed off the beginnings of growing muscular. One of his bare feet tapped on the softened floor, seemingly impatient as his sharp eyes stared daggers at his opponent. He gave off the appearance off a strong and threatening appearance, especially those eyes that looked at one with a look of deep contempt.

Across from him stood a young girl wearing a brown and gold close fitting crop top and shorts, revealing her fair skin, which held a hint of muscle in them. Her black hair was tidied up into a neat bun and her eyes looked on with a determined gleam.

”Beat him up!” Andria shouted cheerily, though it was drowned in the chaos of the audience.

”Achoo!” Chris suddenly sneezed. 'Did someone just talk about me?'

”Sandra Button, are you ready?!” The host's voice woke him up from his moment and he looked to see his opponent answer the host, and referee, with a determined nod as she assumed a martial stance.

Chris couldn't hold back the sneer forming his lips as a sinister chuckle leaked out unheard. When the host turned to him to ask the same, he simply nodded his head, his eyes holding a vicious gleam.

'Oh Sandra, you stuck up wench. I can finally beat you up with no consequences!' Chris sneered internally. This b*itch had always tattled on him whenever she caught him doing anything remotely wrong. 'How dare a peasant loner like her tattle on me, its time to show her where she stands in this life!'

”Alright then, the match will begin when I say ”go”.” The Host held his right hand diagonally upwards, and his countenance turned serious as he began the count.

”3!”

”2!”

”1!”