PART 10: Transfiguration
Forte awoke in a secluded clay room. The floor was covered in grasses and hay. He rested upon a hard, stone bed, cushioned by a straw-filled mattress and some tattered blankets. He smelled wounds. The plaza infirmary.
He sat up slowly, his body stiff and aching. His throat burned and his face stung, but the nausea and dizziness had subsided. He was not alone; a shadowy figure stood in the doorway, two piercing eyes staring at him in the faded light. “How’s it hanging, Scarface?”
“I hate this place,” Forte replied quietly, voice weak. “It remind
PART 9: The Last Judgement
The mimoselt had managed to climb along the smooth surface of the goalie wall, orb in his maw. He was struggling tremendously, his limbs shaking. A brick was jutting out from the wall and he had to pause on it to relieve the tension. An old cut across his forehead had reopened and his center eye was bloodshot. His small chest was huffing wildly. He momentarily looked back at Forte, an array of emotions in his face, before refocusing himself and continuing up the wall towards the goal post. Trying to conceal himself with his invisibility had been rendered pointless.
If he scores
PART 8: Pietà
“Sphinx?” the rozenich asked, voice raising, edging into desperation. Once again, he was greeted only by silence.
No. No, no. That was… I did not mean to…
“Forte!” Kinsey yelled, tone shocked even through the distortion of the megaphone. “Are you okay? Stars, you’re bleeding like crazy.”
The rozenich ignored him. He quickly ambled his way on hands and knees to where the mimoselt’s body rested in the dirt. His fur was ruffled and dirtied and Forte could smell blood that was not his own. He stared at th
PART 7: Bacchus
“This is ridiculous,” Kinsey muttered beneath his breath. His eyes scanned the maze below him. He could see everything from up there, yet he felt so utterly helpless.
“You are upset. Why is this?” the voice slipped from the doorlet’s occupied maw.
The kurri refused to take his focus off the playing field. “You’d be upset too if you realized your teammate was going to lose to a runt! It’s stupid! Forte eats prey bigger than Sphinx, but suddenly he can’t stop him? The thing is practically a tripod! This round should be easy!
PART 6: The Deposition
Darkness evaporated quickly. He had not been out for more than a minute or two. His chin stung from the impact and radiated throughout his skull. He lifted his head. It felt both heavy and impossibly light at the same time.
“Forte! Get up!” he heard the words ring out, the voice indecipherable. He tried to pry open his eye but when he did so all he could see was a mess of blur.
“You stupid idiot. Get up!” It spoke again. He recognized it that time, as distorted as it was.
“Don’t just sit there like a
As Sphinx got close the stone floor around the pillar holding the ball rose and split forming a circular tower-like structure of floating platform, with the ball situated at the very top. As the mimoselt leapt onto the first platform some of the other ones started moving a bit at a slow but steady pace. He leaped onto the next one looking for his fastest way up. jumping seemed even more difficult than before but he didn’t care, he needed to get the orb first. his previous trick won’t work on the rozenich twice.
Forte himself, followed after his opponent. He wasn’t doing as well as at the start either. Both his disease and
Sphinx tried to avoid the floating pieces of the environment as well as his injuries let him. When he first noticed pebbles from under his feet rise he thought he was just getting closer to the next ball and he went in deeper into the chaos. Now he realized just how much of a mistake he made. The shifting of the labyrinth here was way different from before. There was no pattern to it, and the moving parts didn’t form new structures instead floating aimlessly and crashing into each other. Something definitely went wrong, and now he got himself stuck right in the middle of it. Worst of all his headache was back, stronger than ever. The p
Despite skidding around on all fours, the pain in Stone’s hand didn’t bother her. Right now she had one thought on her mind, and that was that she needed to get the blue orbs rolling under the other competitor’s feet.
She was large enough that most people saw her coming. Those who didn’t react fast enough she clambered around. She paid no heed to who was on the court, or what they were doing. Her eyes didn’t leave her prey, even as it got kicked under foot.
The claws on her hind legs left deep score marks in the court as she changed directions. She was catching up. Stone was about to go for the poun
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