Hiktek steadied herself behind the bars, blinking as her eyes adjusted quickly to the harsh glare of the sun-baked dirt of the arena. She approached her bars, staring out into the arena with an anxious glance. She hated fighting, as most Bronze Dragons do. But she knew that she wouldn't be put against a dragon unless it had done something bad. Growling, she began to pace back and forth at the bars, waiting to be released.

Seeing as her opponent had less fights under his belt, he was considered the challenger. Therefore, she got to be let out first. With a very theatric and dramatic entrance nonetheless. And that was exactly what she would deliver. Her gate began to rise, and she took a step back, hiding in the darkness until it had fully risen. Suddenly she exploded from the shadows, releasing a loud roar into the crowds. Flaring her wings, electricity jumped from her back to her wings, cracking loudly as it did so. The spectators went wild.

Finished with her entrance, she lowered her head, tucked her wings, and prepared for the fight. She watched, ready for anything, as her opponent's gate began to lift.

Hiktek shuffled her feet nervously as the gate fully came up. She stood there with her maw hanging agape, incredulous. She had never seen a dragon scuh as him before. She wasn't sure if she wanted to fight him. A shiver ran down her spine as his roar echoed around the arena. Slowly she began to back up, not stopping until she bumped into the wall.

Her muscles tensed as she prepared for the attack that he was sure to give. She knew he was giving her the first attack, but she didn't want to fight. Bronze Dragons usually only attacked in self-defense. And even then they aim to not kill unless there is absolutely positively no other method of escape or distraction. This was the case with her. She didn't want to fight him.

Seeing that he was indeed having the first attack, the Bronze Dragon took only a milisecond to take in the situation. She froze up, hardly moving as he barrelled toward her. At the last possible second she ducked, crouching low to the ground and rolling under him. She felt an enormous rush of air as he swept inches above her. Rolling away, she gained her feet, knowing he'd be dazed for at least a second.

Facing him squarely, the Bronze Dragon charged her breath weapon, still not wanting to attack him. But she knew she had no choice. Just as the other fights before this, she had to fight or die trying to escape. Opening her maw, she released a bolt of lightning at where the dirt met the wall, where he should fall. Even if he wasn't dazed, he had to fall because of the sheer force of impact.

Seeing her breath weapon hit, the Bronze Dragon cringed inwardly. She didn't want to hurt him. But she had to. Releasing a low growl, she barreled forward, maw aimed low, for the softer underside of his body. To her utter surprise, he leaped to his feet and lashed out at her with his tail. Unable to stop moving or get out of the way, she could do nothing as his powerful tail crashed into her right side, cracking ribs. Knocked clean off her feet, the Bronze Dragon skid a few yards before finally coming to a stop. Snarling and in pain, she turned her skull toward him and fired her breath weapon two times; the first bolt was aimed directly for him, the second slightly to the right, away from the wall, the only direction he had to go.

Knowing that if she staid on the ground, she'd be killed, the female quickly scrambled to her claws. Flaring her wings, she lept from the ground, taking to the air. Never taking her eyes off her opponent, she flew high into the air, waiting for the perfect moment of attack.

Snarling savagely, Hiktek fired another bolt of lightning as he came straight at her. She beat her wings as fast as she could, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt his powerful jaws close around her neck. His fangs sliced through her scales like a hot knife through butter, piercing her jugular. Instantly she lost all motor control and plummeted back to the ground. Her blood began to bubble forth around his jaws as she gasped and struggled for air. Her legs kicked out wildly, wings and tail flailing as she suffocatede. After a few moments she lay still, finally dead. An announcer's voice came over the cheering of the crowd.

The winner is Rubuez!