The Match

“You cold-blooded creature. YOU MOVE. It's not my fault if you don’t want to stand beside me. How the hell am I to stand in front of my target if I move any further than this,” The werewolf responded in a loud and irritating tone, glaring daggers at the vampire beside him who, irrespective of his complaint, continued to stand close to him.

“Who did you call a cold-blooded creature?” yelled another vampire from the side.

“Who the hell did you call a stinky werewolf?” another werewolf called out from the side as he too left his starting place.

Each of them held a bow in their hands, and even without the arrow it was enough for a big fight to start. However, that couldn’t be allowed. They were the contestants, if a fight broke out before the match even started then it would defeat the purpose of why they were all there in the first instance.

Before the fight could escalate any further, a general from each side stepped forward.

Without being told, each side backed off and behind their gene