Chapter 10 - Rage of Kitty and Bea
1766 days ago
busy socializing with the other boys, when he heard the girl’s door knocked and
then click open, and a squeal sounded from the room. There was a distant, yet
distinct, facepalm amongst the giggles, and he guessed that it was probably
Scarlett. He laughed to himself.
Mr Kennelly then came into the boy’s room. “We’re all going to the Meeting Room
to discuss timetables and upcoming battles. Can we line up in a
boy-girl-boy-girl queue, please?” Moaning at the prospect of not lining up with
their friends, the boys reluctantly dragged themselves outside of the Common
Room. Mr Kennelly put them in boy-girl order, as promised.
“Scarlett Blanc...next to...”
Felix saw Scarlett clinging onto a quiet Indonesian girl and a blonde
“....Felix Monte, please.”
Felix jumped backwards in horror. Scarlett gasped and clung to her companions
“Wha- but, sir...!” Scarlett whined, eyes full of concern.
“No buts, Scarlett. Go and stand next to Felix, now, please.”
Scarlett, hanging her head, shuffled over behind Felix, without a word.
“Why you, Mud-head? You don’t belong here.” Felix surprised himself there. He
was generally a good person. Scarlett looked up, hurt. Felix then regretted
what he said and murmured an apology, barely audible. In a chain of students,
the queue pattered inside to the Meeting Room.
Two hours later, the whole of the first-year Moonclaws came out. Scarlett and
Felix looked particularly shaken when they came out the door, as they were
forced to sit next to each other as their places. Luckily for Scarlett, she was
also sitting next to Bea, but Felix had a boy he didn’t know in the spare seat
next to his.
“Okay, kids! We’re gonna be doing our tests now, to pair you guys up. We’ll try
our best to put you with the same gender, but there is an uneven ratio.”
Mr Kennelly brought them to a colossal arena.
Along the edges of the walls were massive stone columns, arching up to the
beautiful dome ceiling, and the floor was flagstone. There were assorted rings
around the room, one with archery targets, another filled with sand, a pool
with podiums and even crafting tables and tools to make your own weaponry. But
the biggest ring was in the middle, which was smooth stone that would be easy
to run on, but not slippery.
“You will be fighting an opponent with someone, to see who you work best with.
Bea Amar and Kitty Silva, please come to the centre of the arena.”
Bea slowly approached the centre- she was the Indonesian girl that Scarlett had
been clinging to earlier. She had a ghost of a smile on her face- the blonde
girl had given Bea her small headphones. A smaller girl with auburn hair and
burning flame-coloured eyes skipped to the middle also. “Choose your weapon,”
Mr Kennelly said with a smile. He opened a hatch in the ground, displaying rows
and rows and rows of every weapon you could imagine. “Choose something that you
could use well in a team,” Sir hinted.
“So, what do you want to use?” asked Kitty brightly. Bea fingered the ends of
samurai swords, felt the glossy wood of spears and the sheer metal of
“Bow,” Bea simply replied.
“Arrow and bow.”
Kitty laughed happily.
“Okie doke! We can use this weapon together if I hold the arrows and you shoot.
Or the other way round. What do you wanna do?”
“Bow! Bow!” Bea laughed.
“Alright! I’ll have one as well. But we can shoot at the same time and stuff,
and figure out tactics.” They whispered amongst themselves, giggling and
showing tricks of the trade.
“Don’t worry, children. The armour is all fire-proof and resistant to anything,
however sharp or heavy it is. You won’t get a scratch; the battle is graded
merely on how many times your armour glows red, which means you’ve been struck
by something. Up next... Chase Rogue and Ace Carker.” Chase high fived Felix
and smiled at him. “2 boys VS 2 girls? Should be easy.”
Kitty seemed to amazingly hear this, and glared upwards, her pretty, cheery personality dropping coldly in an instant.
He met up with Ace, a
tall boy with jet-black, poker-straight hair that fell to one side, but had one
strand that constantly needed to be blown out of his face.
“Alright, mate?” Ace started.
“Alright. Let’s do this.”
They sorted through all the weaponry, and eventually came out with a fire
blower and a sword- not something that they would use together, but hopefully
it would turn out alright. Bea and Kitty had settled for a helmet (with no
visor) and chest plate each for armour, whereas the boys had covered themselves
in chainmail, shin protectors, helmets, chest plates and boots.
“Okay, duellers! You need to cause the opponents armour to flash red five
times. No pinning on the floor or you will be disqualified. I’ll count to
Bea’s eyes gleamed with menace.
Chase steadied his visor.
“...three!” The bugle sounded, and the roars of cheers sounded from all seats
in the arena. Quickly, Kitty threw an arrow to Bea. Catching it at lightning
speed, Bea thrust it into the holder and shot it expertly at Chase’s shin. His
armour flashed crimson. Jumping backwards, his visor slammed in front of his
eyes, obscuring his vision. Ace clumsily torched the air, aiming for Kitty, but
she jumped just in time; a magnificent jump, the sort you only see in movies.
She grabbed his head mid-jump, and used her foot on his visor to push off and
land on her toes and hands. His visor, like Chase’s, slammed over his face.
Kitty, from behind him, shot an arrow in the small of his back, causing his
armour to flash red.
“That’s two reds! Three more to win, girls!” Mr Kennelley shouted excitedly.
Kitty blushed and smiled at him, distracted. Ace finally unjammed his visor and
ran as fast as he could- which wasn’t very fast, due to the multiple layers of
armour- to Kitty, sword poised above his head. Bea noticed this. Suddenly, she
was back in Indonesia, protecting temples from beastly mountain lions. With an
elegant leap worthy of a strong gazelle, she somersaulted over Kitty, tapping
her on the head to let her know that an enemy was attacking, and landed
extravagantly, with her foot and knee on the ground as well as the delicate
tips of her fingers. There were squeals of joy from the girl’s side of the
arena, but grumbles and shouts of outrage from the boys. Straight away, Bea
aimed her arrow at Ace’s hand that held the sword. The aim was perfect. The
arrow sliced through the air at light-pace, striking his hand and causing his
leather gloves to flash crimson. He dropped his sword in panic, where the
handle knocked against his head, and his helmet sparked scarlet once more. As a
final flourish, the visor dropped heavily over his eyes- causing the Final
Flash, as it was known. There was a roar of laughter and cheers of triumph from
the girls- whereas with the boys, there were murmurs of “They let them win,”
and “they cheated”. Mr Kennelley bounced into the middle of the ring and raised
an arm each from Bea and Kitty.
“And THAT’S how you deliver!” he shouted happily. Bea smiled and removed
Celeste’s headphones. Kitty looked as though she might have died when Mr
Kennelly raised her hand. Hey, it might just be her hand, but physical contact
is a start if they were going to be getting married.