Chapter 105: Tricks Of The Trade

Nyx fought six more times, each finishing within a 30-second mark. It appeared quick to the audience, but to Nyx, she was merely playing with her opponents and couldn't wait to finish each of the fights. She just wanted to humiliate them enough before knocking them out, or they embarrassingly tapped out of her holds. These men sneered and looked down at her when she first arrived, so she was only paying them back tenfold. Hopefully, they learnt their lesson, though she guessed she'd made a few enemies instead, but what did it matter. They'd look for a little punk-looking girl with short spikey black and red hair with a few piercings. 

By now, the she-wolf's reputation spread along the floor, and the crowd had grown. They now betted against the wolves twice Nyx's size. However, no matter who Nyx was next to fight, it would be her last of the night. She could not expose herself so much, no matter how much she disguised herself and how much she enjoyed 'releasing her energy' on the annoying men. 

Her last opponent was currently receiving treatment in the arena after he continued to belittle her during the fight. She made a point by first ripping a chunk of his throat out and then getting him to his knees and slamming her knee into his nose; granted, the result was a bloody mess, and he was instantly knocked out. The 'officials' were worried he'd bleed to death due to the wolfsbane, but she shrugged it off. He would live; they just needed to compress the area and treat him like a human. 

He was wheeled out while Nyx leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and inspecting her nails. Some of the audience were screaming her name now like crazy fangirls; it was odd how her kind loved to fight, though the blood lust was a little different to what she suspected vampires went through. They liked her because she didn't go for the obvious hits and jumped over her opponents, showing them up for all their flaws before making a final blow or hold until they cried out for mercy. 

"Nyx, your next opponent's ready. You have thirty seconds until the fight begins," The referee announced to her. The digital clock was above her, and the next contender was yet to arrive on the stage. But as she shook off her now cold muscles, she watched as Dwayne appeared through the double doors; she almost smiled. He had taken his shirt off, revealing the slabs of muscles many drooled over; he walked into the arena in only his shorts. 

Such things never distracted her from a fight. But at least she could draw with a man like him, she'd only met him briefly for at least ten minutes, but from what she'd observed about him, he wasn't a bad guy. 

Nyx pushed off the wall, and the pair walked towards each other. "Are you going to wipe the floor with my blood as well, Nyx?" Dwayne asked with a chuckle. It seemed like he wouldn't feel troubled if that was the case.

Nyx tilted her head to the side. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Dwayne blinked back, surprised. She wasn't being sarcastic, nor was she mocking him like she did the others. "Hmmm, why do I get such a privilege?" He asked curiously.

"10 seconds," The referee called and started to back away. Nyx watched as Dwayne got into a fighting stance, and she sighed, deciding to mirror him and whatever fighting style he would do.

"There are consequences and rewards for your actions," Nyx replied as she widened her stance and looked at him from the side. Dwayne looked puzzled by her words, and so she added, "The others were dicks. You weren't."

The buzzer went off, and Dwayne slowly approached her; unlike the others who threw themselves at her with strength and power alone, this werewolf looked to be watching her actions. Interesting, he was an intelligent fighter. She had stayed mainly on the defensive for the first twenty seconds, still humiliating them before completely destroying them in the last ten seconds. Dwayne was not going on the offensive.

Nyx smiled, and she saw Dwayne smirk. "Did you watch my other fights?" She asked as they began to circle one another. She did this purposely to watch his footwork. A lot could be said about a fighter by their footwork; if he wasn't aware, tripped over his footing or even showed the slightest changes in positioning, then it was a weakness she would use. But this time, she just wanted to run the clock down.

Dwayne stepped forwards quickly, and she stepped back, but he didn't strike her. She did the same movement, and he, too, stepped back. Nyx narrowed her eyes slightly. Was he testing her reactions? 

"Stop flirting with each other!" Someone shouted from the sidelines. 

Nyx chuckled and looked in their direction. "Did you want to fight me instead then?!" 

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Dwayne fell for her trap and swiped his knuckle towards her, but she dodged it last minute, grabbed his hand and using his weight, she flipped over him, and side kicked the side of his ribs. Dwayne grabbed her ankle, but before he could do anything, she slipped out of his grip and rolled backwards as he tried to catch her by slamming his foot on the floor where she had been a second before. 

"I did watch you. It was impressive, but.." Dwayne kicked towards her head (easy when she was short), but she blocked his foot, then his next fist, and the next. She gripped onto his wrists then halted as the werewolf breathed his following sentence, leaning closer to her as she kneed him in the stomach, grimacing by the power behind her hits. "I wonder.. did the wolfsbane not work on you?"

Nyx smirked and tightened her grip on his wrists before lifting herself up and pushing off him, backflipping and kicking his face in the process before landing at a reasonable distance away from him. Dwayne rubbed his chin and widened his lips, testing his jaw. She didn't hit him hard enough to break or dislocate it, only enough for him to grimace in pain and the audience to enjoy the show. Nyx used this moment to glance at the timer; she could hear the murmurs in the crowd; they didn't know if she'd finally found a worthy opponent or if she was being easy on him because he was good looking. 

Nyx rolled her eyes. Did they really think she was 'such a girl' that she'd let a man win because he was a rugged, handsome werewolf? She could tell from some of the women in the crowd that they were swooning over him and probably put their money on him because of this. She nodded her head and assessed him like how a normal she-wolf would. Granted he was a looker but she couldn't properly check him out; he was charging towards her right now, trying to do some sort of side tackle. Nyx jumped over him but felt his hand wrap around her ankle. 

She fell to the ground in surprise and was dragged underneath him. From this proximity, she could see why others swooned for him. He was someone who could protect them, good looking and a decent person, unlike his obnoxious brother. 

They twisted and turned, each getting in and out of wrestling holds until he actually got her into a decent hold. She didn't bother struggling and glanced at the clock again, thirty seconds left. Dwayne shook his head and leaned his face close to hers, whispering so others couldn't hear. "Why did the wolfsbane not work?" 

"Wolfsbane or not. I'd still beat you and the others," She replied confidently. 

Dwayne chuckled, but he quickly dropped his smile, so the audience didn't see. "I don't like that you aren't taking this fight seriously; why won't you fight me properly?" He asked seriously, and she wriggled out of his hold, rolling him over and changing their positions, so she now held his arm out between her legs, his hand twisted into a tight hold. He growled at the sudden pain he was probably feeling. 

"I'm not here to fight. And I don't want to hurt you. It's simple. Take my spot," She admitted and heard the audience call out the ten-second mark. At this rate, she would win again, so she loosened her hold slightly, hoping Dwayne knew how to get out of this position. He did and even slammed his foot in her ribs, she faked releasing his hand, and the pair rolled away from each other. 

"Times up!" The referee blew the whistle, and the crowd were a mixture of screaming she-wolves and complaints about losing their bets on the petite she-wolf. "It is a draw!"

The pair walked towards each other and shook hands. "Who would like to stay on?" The referee asked.

"Give us a moment," Dwayne dismissed him, holding onto her hand so she couldn't back away. Or so he thought, but she played along with it. "Tell me your trick, and I'll take your position. I also won't tell anyone else."

"Ah, blackmail. How naughty," Nyx smirked, not at all bothered by this man's form of blackmail. His returning smile almost twinkled, and she rolled her eyes. With a sigh, she lowered her voice, "Alright. I have a very high tolerance to wolfsbane."

Dwayne frowned. "How?"

Nyx leaned forwards mischievously. "By drinking it daily," She whispered and winked before slipping her hand out of his and backing away. Dwayne's eyes had widened in shock.. She grinned at him before turning around and disappearing through the exit.

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