I Expected A Battle Of Wits Novels & Stories

The emotions in play ranged from defiance to a quiet resolve in the faces of the two contenders, who now stood on the precipice of the looming battle. In this verbal exchange, the battleground expanded beyond the physical ring. It became a duel of psychological fortitude, with Satana attempting to assert dominance through words, and the contenders, fueled by a mix of fear and determination, standing firm in the face of the impending challenge. The stage was set for a clash not only of physical prowess but of mental resilience.

He shook his head and then smiled, “Well, we wouldn’t be here if you had the capability to forgive and forget, I am aware that this might be my last day but I won’t go down so easily” “I expected a fight” “Then a fight you will have” I never understand why men who are weaker than their opponents still chose to fight them, I had pictured several scenarios of this fight in my head and not one did he turn out to be victorious but Ofcourse he was a sly fox seeing how he betrayed me and I left a little room for some surprises.

“Fight!!” The senior who had stood upright at my question, bent again, fisting her hands. “Maybe. I think that might be the best solution, even though you didn’t cast any bet. If you win this session, I’m sure that would be the best fit. But that’s conditional. Can you beat me? You don’t seem like you have battle experience.” I shrugged my shoulders. I did not. But she didn’t have to know that. “If I should blow the whistle again, you both would be disqualified…”

He gestured at the dozens of cameras that were flashing, capturing everything that had happened and everything that would still happen. "You're delusional if you think I'm going down without a fight," I said to him. He laughed at my sentence and I looked around wondering what could be funny, "I expect you to put up a fight, but listen to me when I say, this battle is pretty much over, I win." He spat in my face and laughed even harder.

“Olliver, how did you feel when you saw him?” Olliver thought for a few seconds, “I have never felt like that before. My tummy did a few flips and I felt him behind me, so I turned to look. When I saw his eyes I don’t know what I felt. But I wanted to look at him and touch him and talk to him. I want to meet him even now and I don’t know if this is right but I want to spend time with him.” There was no doubt Olliver had extremely high IQ. With the way he talked and he saw things that others missed it was clear he was very intelligent.

Dargan’s POV I wasn’t a smart person in a room in the sense that I didn’t have a high IQ or knew every textbook in school by heart. But I knew how to anticipate my enemies. My life in a fight cage had taught me that. To calculate my opponents' moves and figure out their next step. To read their body language and find their tells. To quickly figure out how their minds worked and see what they were going to do before they even knew. Hell, to date nobody could beat me in chess, because I’d won before my opponent made their first move.

I feel Deyna’s gaze upon me—watching me like she knew what number my plaque was. This felt like a test. Watching to see if I would swap with someone else. The problem is what she's testing me for—wisdom or bravery. Maybe even both. “Eleven!” the announcer calls, with the previous matches ending rather swiftly. No one wants to go all out and risk themselves. But there are those wolves that enjoy inflicting pain—the Barthers of the world. And one is holding the eleventh plaque. Rhea. Her opponent—a Beta male I've seen around town before; Elric.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 The fight is like none I’ve ever seen, not the normal ‘throw a punch, I throw mine’ kind of fight, it’s more like a war, a very freaking fast war. It’s happening in front of me, but I can’t even tell who’s punching whom. OMG, a war is happening right in front of me. I know about a world I shouldn’t even dream of, something that only happen in books. Are they seriously fighting over who gets to kill me first? They should get on the fucking queue.

I mentioned again. “I always knew where you were, Camila. You see, I wanted to take advantage of this time to fall in love with you as I had never done before, but what do I find? That you are going to marry, mysteriously with that stupid Salvatore”. he mentioned, leaving me frozen. “What do you have against me? Don't I meet your expectations? Let me show you that I can fulfill every one of your fantasies”. he added, coming intimidatingly close to me.

"They heal very quickly, it doesn't hurt them more than an ant bite." "But." "Believe me Elie they fight like this all the time, each time for a different reasons. Between them this is not unusual." He squeeze my shoulders again, but I still couldn't swallow down the bile in my throat. Realizing all other means were hopeless, I try out my last resort, the simplest out at that. I inhale deeply. "Izumi!!" And suddenly the battle pauses and the land falls silent expect for the crackle of lightening. As the piling snow melts a pair grey eyes hold my gaze.