Size does not matter

I stride round the arena basking in the cheers of the crowd with a huge smile on my face, several guards come in to the ring to collect the parts of the naga to take them to be disposed of, as I finish my fifth lap around the announcer booms out with his magically amplified voice.

"Congratulations to the victor, that was a spectacular fight and finish of The Decaying One"

He pauses and the crowd roars again before he calms them down by waving his hand on a closer inspection I can really call it a hand is more of a tentacle and he is not so much a he as it's a slime like creature that I haven't ever come a cross before, its voice rings out once more.

"Will our very own fallen angel choose to take on another opponent or will she retire for the night? We have plenty of gladiators here and ready to take her on if she does so what will it be?"

I look to the demon princes thrones and study their faces seeing them relaxed and with expectant looks in their eyes I turn and look to the gladiators stands seeing a huge variety of races and combat styles I make eye contact with all of them and smile before calling out in a calm but commanding tone.

"I'm ready for another fight if one of you are!"

The crowd erupts again at my words before the announcer calms them down again and calling out

"Well well! As the challenger you have no choice in the combat style and the rules will be defined by the challenged. So, who will step up and take the angel on!"

I turn to see all of the gladiators discussing who will take me on, I see a well-built dwarf roll his eyes and jump down from the stands and call out in a smooth singer's voice

"I'll take you on missy and the rules are simple, you can only use what you were born with and it's to the knockout!"

Looking at the dwarf I see his is tall for his race standing at five foot five with deep black hair but as the wind ruffles his hair I can see hints of a fiery amber in his bed head hair style, his eyes are deep sapphire contrasting with the amber hints in his hair. As he takes off his shirt I see the well defined mussels bunch in his arms when the throws his shirt to the side he may as well be chiselled out of stone his lightly tanned skin shows of the only scar in his body, my eyes move back up to his face where I see a roguish grin before he remarks.

"like what you see missy?"

I scoff and glance a round at the three princes I have met before saying.

"Not really I like my men bigger"

Before he can respond the announcer booms out.

"Well well it looks like Falkorn Wolfsbane has stepped up to the plate this will be his two thousand eight hundred and second fight in this arena!"

Falkorn cracks his knuckles and barks out before charging me.

"I'm going to show you that size does not matter!"

His movements are lightning has and he is in my face before I can react, he hits me with a one two combo in the stomach so fast all I see is a blur, thankful I see the uppercut coming just in time and turn my head so I only take a glancing blow but it still makes me see stars for a moment, as I shake them off I begin my attack, lashing out with my right leg but he catches it and slams me in the stomach again causing me to buckle over still holding my leg he begin to swing me around before letting me go a fly though the air for a few seconds then hit the floor and slide on my face for a few feet, coughing up a mouth full of dirt and sand I turn and with a snarl on my face charge him.

Getting up close I faint with I left hook then bring up my right knee in to his stomach staggering him giving me a chance for my own one two combo but I aim for his face both its land and I go for another kick but Falkorn ducks low and grabs me round the waist and pins me to the floor and begins raining blow after blow to my face and ribs, I feel my nose break and blood begin flowing down my cheek, I try my hardest to block and attack back while bucking to get him of me, I get a hit on his jaw that stuns him for a moment but that's all I need to roll him off me, I spring to my feet and in a rage filled haze I kick him in the face while he its getting back up.

Coming back to my senses I realize I have done something dishonourable and freeze for a second to long because he gets back to his feet and begins his assault again as he launches his punches and kick of his own I begin blocking again and attacking in turn only to hear a smooth laugh as he says

"there is no such thing as honour in the arena missy!"

As he pulls back his fist for another blow it lights up in flames and slams it again in to my stomach causing me to scream out in pain and bend over in pain, he takes this opportunity to grab my hair and pull it back looking in to my blood socked face he smiles before binging down his free hand down once, twice, three times before kicking my with a flame cover leg and sending me sprawling across the arena floor again, I lie on the floor face down panting and moaning in pain.

I cough out blood and dust as I push my self to my hands and knees, growling I reach in side my self to call for my magic I feel my hairs stand on end as it starts to answer my call but as I grasp it, it runs wild though my body causing me to cough out more blood, out of the corner of my vision is see him casually walking over to me with his hands in his pockets with a the same grin on his face that I'm quickly coming to think need burning off his face, I hear him call out.

"I though angels where supposed to be this strong fighting force? Oh, wait is that why you were cast out?"

Hearing his words I see black for a second as my power rushes to my call but I hide it by coughing up some more blood, clearly he didn't see my power run over my arms as he keeps striding towards me he lights up both fists as he gets close but in my head I'm counting his steps and mentally chanting.

*come on stay at that pace*

Thankfully he dose and as he gets in range of my wings I cover them in electric and lash out as hard as I can catching him in the face, he staggers and a turn an launch myself at him taking him to the ground now he is pinned under me and I waste no time sending blow after blow at his face gritting my teeth I put no effort in to blocking I'm just raining blows to his face after two minutes of hammering him in the face his arms go slack and I stumble to my feet and stagger a few steps away from him.

My arms are to sore to lift much past my hips and I cant unclench my fists and most people would say I'm more bruise and blood than an angel at the moment but I'm happy and have a huge blood stained smile on my face as I look up to the sky and spread my wings wide with my lighting still dancing though my feathers, I take a deep breath and let out a roar of victory.