313: A Fighting Chance?
Number Forty looked up at the back of the scantily dressed young woman that stood before her in a skimpy, black skirt and top, with a black armband with the number ‘sixty-nine’ written on it. Lilith vaguely recalled seeing her in the arena before and wondered if this Number Sixty-nine always had tiny wings on her back.
“W-why did… you—” Lilith asked as darkness took her and she finally collapsed.
“What gross violation of the rules of our sacred games by Number Sixty-nine!” Felicia shouted, letting her voice thunder across the mines. “Yet another participant that does not know their place and dares put themselves above others! And to dare raise their hand against one a White Mask!”
Serves you right for starting all this mess, Felicia thought and laughed to herself at the sight Ruby getting punched out of nowhere.
“BOOO-urk-HUURL!” one man retched in the middle of his booing.
“Yeah, fuck that masked bitch up!”
“Tear her a new one!”
“Go, masked bimbo!”
The crowd reaction was mixed, but far from the narrative that Felicia pushed for. If anything, she had more support from half-lucid drunks than from anyone else.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Felicia asked the buff, masked shirtless men in the arena. “Break her arms for daring raise her hand against a White Mask!”
Here we go, Beatrice readied herself for things to come as eighteen men slowly approached her from a third across the spacious arena.
“WAIT!” miss Ruby shouted, and all the Black Masks froze in place.
Beatrice wasn’t even certain if the masked men froze in place because of the absolute authority of a White Mask or if they were simply stunned to see that very White Mask resume her self-pleasuring right after getting knocked out.
“Hn, if this Number Sixty-nine wants to die that badly, I’ll grant her wish myself!” Ruby said as she slowly got to her feet, breathing heavily and rubbing herself between her legs through her robes, and quietly added, “It’s you I wanted to fight anyway.”
“What mercy from miss Ruby!” the announcer commented. “Giving Number Sixty-nine a chance to fight her way out of this one-on-one! A remarkable opportunity, considering that she should be skinned alive for her transgressions!”
What the fuck are you planning now? Felicia felt her pressure rising again. With Number Forty dealt with, her concerns refocused on the uncontrollable rogue powerhouse in her arena. Felicia half-hoped that Ruby would get punched a couple more times. Maybe that’d knock some sense back into that horny, blood-thirsty brain of yours. And stop masturbating in my arena!! Fucking Bloody Psycho!
“Hic~, these games are way different than-hic-usual!”
“They actually gonna let them duel?”
“That Thelicia let this slide?”
“How did that bimbo predict this would happen?”
“Who said she did?”
“Then why the hell would she suicide for a half-dead opponent she was supposed to kill anyway!?”
Good question, Beatrice thought after hearing that particular comment.
“Yeah, makes no sense unless she’d know.”
“Or she’s stupid!”
“Bah! No-hic-whay any of this ish hreal!”
“Wait… You don’t think…”
“It has to be rigged!”
“Oh, you’re right! They must have planned this in advance!”
“Think of the odds of everything that happened so far!”
“WAIT! Were these fights always fake!?”
Oh, Lord, I hate this part! Felicia slid her tiny hands under her mask and covered her face, wishing her giant ears and perfect hearing would fail her just this once. Already not holding her spectators in high regard, Felicia could barely tolerate when their drunken minds fell to new levels of dumb.
“Haahh~ Come on! Ah! Show me what you’ve got!” Ruby goaded Beatrice while continuing to rub herself. “How did you kill that monster? I want to know! Ahn~ I’m really going to cum when I shower in your blood next!”
“You want me to use my powers?” Beatrice asked. “So that you can copy them? Or is it stealing?”
“Ohh?” Ruby pressed her hand harder to her crotch through her robes, rubbing herself more and more. “Why would you-ah-say that?”
“After using the same trick twice, it’s not exactly a surprise!” Beatrice couldn’t believe that Ruby would still try to deny it. “Why else would you let everyone attack you first only to then counter them with the same exact abilities?”
“Erm… John?” one of the shirtless men quietly spoke up to their skeletal leader.
“Quiet!” John commanded, though in a hushed tone himself.
Some shirtless men looked at each other, unsure what was happening.
What is it about this tournament? Felicia lamented and then proceeded to give some commentary.
“Though—like most of our guests here—I expected some exciting fighting in our Forge of Champions, it appears that miss Ruby got a little too excited during her previous fight and has decided to place a handicap on herself to give Number Sixty-nine a fighting chance and a spectacle to remember for the rest of us! Miss Ruby intends to fight Number Sixty-nine while masturbating!”