The roar of engines thundered through the night sky as cars drove so fast they were almost nothing but streaks of blur that ran along the race track. People could be seen standing along the sides of the roads cheering, but their voices drowned out by the vehicles that seemed to never stop zooming down the seemingly endless tracks. But if the noise of the race track wasn't enough, maybe the soul bursting dubstep that was thumping would surly rupture an eardrum. Bright multicolored neon lights illuminated the dark night sky from the dozens of air ships that were the source of lighting and even occasionally cast a white spotlight down to the lead racer... if it could catch up with it. At the same time, showing live video feed along the large screens that hung on the side of some of the more larger air ships.
This was The Matriarch Liafador's first match in the infamous KoV. While Zeon had never participated in the KoV before, this year the winning prize was something that the Italian Cardinal couldn't ignore. A wish from an actual dying star, a wish that could alter the fabric of time and space without consequences. What is it that she had to do? Enroll in a combative tournament that went by 'The King of the Vine'. Where the name of the event came from, she didn't know, but the Liafador Warrior was confident in her skills and knew that she had what it took to take the wish not for herself, but for her family.
But what would she use the wish for if she won? She could bring deceased Liafadors to life, those who's lives were taken too soon. It would make their family stronger, maybe even bond closer. Or maybe the eradication of an entire bloodline, The Knightfalls have for too long been a pain in the Liafador's side and with one wish, she could alter history. So many opportunities that a single dying star was offering to the mortal, and not so mortal warriors that reside on the planet. Warriors that Zeon would strike down one by one with her own sword.
Who was her first prey? A name was all she was given, Daud Al Talibah, but she had never heard of this person before. Who was her opponent who's name was foreign to her? Would he be worthy enough for her blade to draw his blood? But there was an issue... how was she to find her opponent in such a chaotic environment if she didn't know what he looked like? She was going to have to get his undivided attention, draw him out and bring him to her. Her chestnut eyes quickly darted over to a pit crew that was working frantically trying to get their crimson vehicle up and running. As if an idea had popped into her mind, the deadly Cardinal sprung into action.
Dressed in her Matriarch armor her body rushed through the sea of audience, weaving in and out effortlessly as she leaped over the small gate that separated the pedestrians to the pit crew. With their backs to her, she pushed the man who was in the way of the passenger door to the side and forcefully opened the door. In one smooth motion slid into her seat and pulled her sword out at the driver who was staring at her with wide eyes, his entire body growing stiff from fear as the cold steel of her curved blade pressed lightly against his throat. "Drive." Demanded the Matriarch.
The crimson race car sped onto the race track like a bat out of hell, quickly building speed and passing up the slower drivers as Zeon's eyes didn't bother to look at the road but rather at the man who was driving. While his helmet was blocking his face, just the way he was sitting before her told her that he was fearing for his life, which was wise, but not necessary. He wasn't her target. "Don't stop." The Liafador ordered as quickly slipped her blade back in it's sheath, turning her body to the passenger window, rolling it down as she began climbing out. The wind pushed against her body as her hair whipped around her face, the roar of the wind making her almost deaf as she carefully pulled herself out of the passenger seat and made her way to the top of the speeding vehicle.
With the air forcefully pressing against her body she pulled out two of her bulldog arrows and jammed them into the roof of the car, the teeth of the arrows locking them in place as she then tied the steel fiber string that were connected to the arrows around her waist to prevent her from falling off the high speed car. Taking a stand her body struggled to stand against the sheer force of the air as the arrows kept her tied down from being swept away. Then, just as she planned, the spot light from one of the many airships suddenly shift over to her, focusing upon her as video feed of her was shown upon one of the larger airships. Drawing her blade she rose it high into the air, her way of calling her opponent out to fight her. Would he answer?
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