Young Writers Society

As soon as the fight began to start, the students sparring at the other end of the arena stopped everything they were doing and hurried over to where Niecy was, following her up the steps as they went up to the platform to spectate. One of them let out a whoop of excitement.

Bo backed up, mostly to lead them away from the kids while they hurried up the steps. As Kratzer came at him he spun off to the side with ease and turned to come behind him, this time slicing at him with lightning formed in the shape of a blade.

Kratzer blocked, taking the hit, electricity arcing across his fingers as it jumped from his handguard, unable to get through the leather of his hilt. It hurt like hell but the adrenaline and the demonic instinct gave him an unearthly focus, dulling the pain and allowing him to take a slice at Bo now that he was in range.

Bo laughed - partially in surprise but just in sheer excitement when Kratzer was able to take the hit. He pulled back, narrowly dodging Kratzer's daggers as he pulled out his own dagger strapped to his thigh, swiping at Kratzer down low.

Kratzer sidestepped and pivoted so that he was facing the same direction as Bo, and to the side of him, then flipped his dagger so it was backwards in his hand and stabbed, ready to move again. The moment Bo grabs him the fight's over - he's simply too small to win by brute strength.

Bo dodged another stab, getting a grip on Kratzer's arm. The moment he did he pulled Kratzer off balance just enough for him to launch his massive frame into Kratzer, slamming him into the ground.

Kratzer hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of him. His eyes flashed with a metallic hue and his canines elongated before he bit down on Bo's hand without warning, determined to be the first to draw blood.

Bo blinked a few times as he felt Kratzer's teeth bite into his hand, and after only a small delay, he rolled off of him and burst out into loud, roaring laughter. As he laid down in the dirt, he ran his now bloody hand over his face, laughter only intensifying.

Meanwhile, Niecy led the charge as all of the students began to rush over, cheering.

"Krat-zer! Krat-zer!" she started to chant. The others joined with her, pumping their fists as they came over, crowding their new vampire champion. One of the girls offered a hand to help him up.

He laughed and accepted the hand, getting back to his feet and licking Bo's blood from his lips. He's forgotten the man was part dragon, but he could definitely taste it - an added bitter edgetunted with an abnormally metallic taste that was distinctly reptilian but also alien.

"Apologies, Herr Bo, but I'm a man who lives by loopholes and the deal was first blood," he chuckled, his eyes slowly fading to their normal blue. "Though, it truly is your win."

Bo was still laughing as he pushed himself to his feet, and threw an arm around Kratzer's shoulders. "Psh, you won according to the rules. Sounds fair and square to me!"

As he pulled away, the students backed away a little, though they continued to stare at Kratzer with fascination.

"You can really take a hit!" one of the boys said.

"That was so cool!" Niecy said, tilting her head as she scanned Kratzer's body for damage. "Do you need to go to the healing room?"

He grabbed his shirt and shrugged it back on. "Nein, I'll be fine in an hour or two. Vampires are shitty ass demons but we sure as Hölle ain't easy to kill," Kratzer chuckled, finally relaxing a little.

Niecy continued to stare at Kratzer for a little while longer before she hurried over to Bo, grabbing his hand. "Oh! Oh! Let me get it!" she insisted - her hand glowing over his. When she let go the bite marks were gone. Bo laughed, and patted her on the head.

"Thanks, Niecy," he said with a smile. She smiled a smug smile, looking back at the other students - some of which were half-rolling their eyes.

One of the boys had grabbed Kratzer's shoes and offered them up to him, while another was holding Kratzer's gun, looking at it with pure fascination. "Woah... is this a gun?" she asked, turning it over and over in her hands.

Kratzer took the shoes, chuckling at the kids' antics. "Ja, it is. You only have to reload that every fifteen shots. Accuracy is damn fine for a handgun and you pull the slide on the top back to cock it."

The young girl's eyes lit up as she tried to figure out how to do just that but Bo hurried over to her and waved his hand for her to hand it over.

"Let's give him his gun back. We don't have bullets here to replace it, so if he's gonna use it, it's gonna be him doing it," he said as the girl reluctantly handed over the gun.

Bo grabbed his shirt off the ground and handed the gun back to Kratzer.

"Sure you don't wanna stop by and have a healer speed up the process? For them it'll just be a few minutes instead of an hour or two," Bo suggested.

"Ja, I'm healing faster than I expected anyways..." he frowned. "Must be your blood. I need to feed tonight, too, so it won't be a big deal. Besides, I've had worse." Far worse, but his scars made that much obvious.

Bo began to slip his shirt and vest back on as Kratzer did the same, but Niecy took a look at Kratzer's chest before it was covered. There was a peculiar scar.

"Does that have to do with you being a vampire?" she asked, pointing. "It looks like a surgical scar."