Five viewing panes burned in the air around Kaiden’s vision, each one showing a different fight, violence and screaming compressed into small frames, and the board beneath him held nothing.
Every square empty from edge to edge. Seven cards orbited his wrist while Lust Stance ran through five bonds at once, stretching him so thin the warmth felt closer to bleeding than giving.
Cards and warmth. That was all he had left to spend, and every drop of both had to count.
The Stalker fight went wrong from the first exchange.
Aria’s opening crescents crossed the arena in a silver arc and the creature cut them from the air with a flick of its bladed forelimbs, moonlight scattering against the walls at an angle that shouldn’t have been possible from limbs instead of shields.
Luna came in fast from the left, Stormblade crackling, and the Stalker’s compound eyes locked onto the tusk-wound on her left side before she’d closed half the distance.
Its forelimb jabbed through her guard at an angle her instincts couldn’t read because the joints bent wrong, and Nyx compressed the space between them to yank Luna sideways before the blade finished its arc.
Despite it being a 3v1, the girls were fighting a terrible monster they’d never had to face, especially not without Vespera or Scarlet being there to back them up.
It was going to be an uphill battle.
[Card Played: Swiftness. Target: Luna. +30% speed.]
The buff landed mid-dodge and Luna’s next evasion came cleaner, real distance opening between her and the follow-up. But the Stalker watched the new speed, catalogued it, and adjusted its next lunge to arrive half a beat earlier, aimed where Luna would be at thirty percent faster rather than where she’d been.
Luna pressed the opening with a low slash aimed at the Stalker’s midsection, and the creature read the angle before her Stormblade was halfway through the swing. One forelimb deflected the blade into the arena floor while the other sliced across her left side, catching the tusk-wound and tearing it open.
"FUCK!" She hit the ground rolling with blood soaking through her clothes and came up swinging, and the Stalker was already past her next strike before she finished the first.
Aria tried to punish the overextension with three rapid crescents aimed at the creature’s exposed flank, and two of them connected hard enough to crack chitin along its ribs. But the third sailed wide because the Stalker changed direction mid-stagger with joints that bent in ways no spine should allow, and its forelimb hammered into Aria’s stomach before she could adjust her firing angle.
She hit the arena wall hard enough to crack the stone behind her, blood running from her mouth, and slid to one knee with moonlight already building at her fingertips.
"I’m fine," she said, firing point-blank into the Stalker’s face as it lunged for her, and the crescent bought her the half second she needed to roll clear before the bladed forelimb split stone where her head had been.
Three fighters, all bleeding, and the Stalker hadn’t taken a wound worth mentioning.
Kaiden’s eyes cut to the second pane.
Calypso was getting demolished.
The Ravager’s double-buffed forelimbs had shredded her guard faster than Carnage could build, and the Infernal Matriarch was bleeding from both arms with her axe barely in her grip.
If the insectoid killed her too fast, the Ravager would walk out of that arena and back onto a board where no one stood between it and Row 6.
[Card Played: Ironblood. Target: Calypso. Damage taken halved for 60 seconds.]
The shimmer settled over the demoness between strikes, and she felt it land. Her next swing came harder, the axe biting deeper into the Ravager’s guard, but the look she threw up at Kaiden through the display wasn’t the grin he expected.
"...I’m sorry, Darling." Blood ran down her arms and her voice came out quieter than he’d ever heard it. "For needing that."
Then her eyes went sly, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
"You’re so cruel, you know that? Keeping me in the ring with this thing for longer."
Kaiden’s heart went heavy, because she was right. The card wouldn’t save her. It just meant she’d bleed longer before the end.
But Calypso grinned through the blood. "I love it. Both the fight and that I get to pull your heartstrings... I finally feel like a real demon!"



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