The trials of the tribe (fortidsemne)

Place the tribes encantment
Environments: people training and doing other stuff
Time: 13,00
Weather: it has just snowed
Outfit https://www.outfit-fashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Daily-Outfit-for-Men-2019.jpg minus jacket + a leather jacket
@Kasumi He
6 years ago canada
The sun had been up in 3 hours lately, and as always, the day had started long before.  The people were training the young people, to fight and to protect their tradition and the pack. It had last week been the hunt, there happened each year, where the young wolf should become adult’s trough the trials of the grass. The trials had been in the pack for centuries, so it was nothing new for pack to watch the people make it. This year was special for a lot of families and even, the once from some years before. This year Lazarus had been picked for some of the fights against the new generation, it was as always, a random draw who should fight against who, of the older generation.

Lazarus was one of the people who was going to stand for the trial for the new people, a woman he had always found interesting, and the whole pack had, was going trough it this year regardless of her race. He looks at the girl who went up picking the opponent trough, a random card she would take up. To find out who she were going to fight, to be honest Lazarus had kind of high hopes, for her  and wanted to be the one standing for her trial now was the big question if he was lucky enough for it.

It was time, time for trials and for the younger generation of the shapeshifters to show their worth of the tribe, and if they were even worth staying by the pack. Her mother had been against her joining these trials, as she had said “But she already got the blessing from the elders to stay, even though she’s not like us!” like us being the word of the year, or years more like. Kasumi was staring of into the horizon, the sun was slowly coming up and the orange light was shining through the big fir trees. She always loved this place, the atmosphere the smell of the woods going for miles. But she couldn’t hide out here all day, they would eventually come and look for her.
A deep sigh left her, as she slowly walked back to the tripes village, people were running around making the last preparation for the big trails that was going to take place this afternoon. A fight was going to take place, and even though she had been practicing, she wasn’t sure it would help her case. Mostly because it was winter, and her powers was not as the use to be. And the voices in her head, was stronger than normal.

“Honey it’s your turn” her mother’s voice hissed in her ear, and Kasumi quickly looked up. Slowly se walked up to the urn where the names for all of those fighting was put in. Her hand shuffled around, before she heard a voice that almost sounded like it came under water. That one” she took the paper up and spoke out loud; “Lazarus” her eyes quickly found him in the crowed, oh great, him again.

As the voice became verry clear that it was him, he opened his eyes. Looking up and meeting Kasumi eyes. He then got up and moved towards the ring. The people were quick enough to gather around the ring there was made for them. Lazarus eyes meet hers, as he gave a sigh, the weirdo girl of course he was going to be her trial guardian. As they moved out towards the ring he stooped up, in front of the ring as one of the elders came out to and moved towards them. “The person who the trial is for will pick the weapons you all know like in tradition, the winner is the first one to give up or who can’t move anymore.” The elder said as he went over towards the people, Lazarus moved up and made himself ready for the fight. This he did with taking his shirt and jacket off getting ready.

As he slowly moved into the ring, he made himself ready for whatever weapon, she was going to pick to be honest most weapons would he be able to handle extremely well. That being said some weapons he hates using too, so if she ended up choosing a weapon he was not comfortable with he would just end up using his fists. The tribe had learned them a lot of martial arts, so he would be able to handle it if it came towards him.

The elders turned towards, Kasumi as they then asked. “So what weapon will you be using, remember the tradition stats you pick one your opponent will be using the same or fists..”

It was with slow and hesitant steps she proceeded down to the ring, that would be hers to own the next few minutes, even though she had some practice under her belt, she knew that Lazarus was one of the most regarded members of the clan, with only 16 years he had already become one of the elder’s favorites. Great that she had to fight the tribe’s golden boy, as if she didn’t hate this enough already.

She took of her jacket and showed that she was wearing a t-shirt a little too big for her small and slender body, and her hands was wrapped tightly in fabric. “I choose fists” she proclaimed, and a silent murmur started to travel throughout the crowed, it was very common that a younger generation would pick only their fists, but her father had always told her, that she should pick what she felt most comfortable with, and the only thing she knew how to use properly was the very thing attached to her body.

She took her stand and tried to keep her breathing under control as she waited for Lazarus to charge her, hopefully to be ready so she could slam his body down onto the ground. Using his on weight against him.

As they got ready, Lazarus decide he should probably pick-up what weapon she decide to use just her fist, that was a bit of a surprised for him, if he had to admit it but none the less, he knew he was going to lead against them. As he finally turned around his eyes meet hers yet again, if she would beat him boi everything would change since she was not a shapeshifter but a whole other thing.

He took a deep breath, in getting into position, before he charged forward. Giving himself enough room to breath he she did see it coming. The people where dead silenced as they fought, he made a little combo first one right one left one kick followed up by two left one right one kick.

 He could feel that he might have gone a bit to far out, backing away trying to catch his breath. Now was Kasumis opening, she should take it if she wanted to win, maybe she could get him down before Lazarus would notice what was happening.

She felt as his hands started to break down her defense, and collied with her rips, liver and face, even though she could taste the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth, she wouldn’t let him down her that easy. She didn’t hear the voices of the dead people whispering in her ear, and neither the murmur of the crowd standing around them in a circle.

Her breath was a hissing as he finally laid of her, but she also knew this was her chance. That even though he knew that it was a dangerous move to try to back off, it would still come as a surprise, so off she went, her hands finding his arm and with a strong momentum she threw him over her shoulder to the ground. Flying on top of him, trying to pin him down. It was a risky move, since he could throw her of just as easy, as she had swung him over her body.

As he backed away trying to catch his breath, he just got his hands up as Kasumi attacked him, dragging him over her shoulder and throwing him down and she pined him down. He wanted to do something but, his arms ended up in a protective stand as he tried to push her of himself. The taste of blood was and distinctive part of what he had to deal with. Finally bringing enough power to get her of him. His breath out of control.

Trying to pick himself up she had gotten better, and he knew better than to do anything more so instead he decide, to charge her as she had done to him, just with the plan of hitting her tot the ground, and not throw her over his back. This was a stupid idea because he gave her, the option to just throw him down like the first time and laying down on the ground in a blood pile that he was not going to become aware off.

His body would become hit down again, this much everyone around them knew, and therefor they started to whisper the golden boy would lose and probably get banished from the pack, since he now had been beaten, by not just a younger generation, that part was fine, no the worst part was that he now was beaten by another race. Of course he knew something like that would be a thing there could happen but he also knew, that one way or another the fight would end and if he was not strong enough she would win.

She quickly rolled around and pushed herself up on her feet again, her breath was harsh and shallow, as if she had just been in a marathon., her eyes landed on the blood that was pilling on the ground, and her brows started to curl together she hadn’t hit him that hard, had she? With that question making an echo in her head, she was prepared for him charging her, so this time it was her time to hit the ground. A pained shout left her lips, as the hard ground collied with her back, just like him her hands went up to protect her face, leaving her sides wide open, a rooky mistake, but in the heat of everything she wasn’t thinking clearly.

The whispering voices became louder, until it was screams yelling at the two contestants. She didn’t hear them though, as her eyes tried to focus on the guy on top of her, she wasn’t strong enough to get him off, but maybe she could be able to do something else? Maybe her many thoughts would be her downfall, and his win.

Lazarus then kept hitting her not seeing the open room, his attention was completely on breaking down her shield her arms and hands. This was what he was focusing on, trying to get it down. As his hits was falling trying to get trough her defences. As he notices something was up, a knee got thrown out and hit him right in his ribcage. Lazarus backed away, clearly trying to get trough the pain a kick in the ribcage was not bad, but the way she had gotten him up was something else. As he went into a less offensive position holding his eyes on her, and her moves. The voices of the tribe became very distance he looked towards Kasumi waiting for the next attack. It was not because she had defeated him yet, but the knee placement when she had attack him, had been placed well.
The voices of the tribe were getting louder, why did he have to fight her she could just have picked a weapon where she would have been able to end him fast why, had she chosen fists. He did not understand that part, then again it had been her choice at the end of the day for weapons.

Finally, a voice took over and yell in her head, and it was like another person took over her body for that brief moment. She kicked him hard in the ribcage with her knee, which was enough to get him of her. After that she knew exactly what to do, when to do it – all of his blows was not affection her, as she saw them coming and could parade them off. She landed blow after blow, and, finally she took his arm and threw him to the ground once again, while pinning him down.

Someone was starting to count down, she didn’t really understand what was going on and people were so quite around them. It was first after she crawled of him, that she realized what she had done, she had won over one of the older generations as a new contestant. He was going to be thrown out.

Kasumi stood up and looked around bewildered with everything that went down. And even though it all went so fast, as soon as she looked towards Lazarus, time stood still. She could tell them that she had cheated. That voices in her head, her vision helped her land the blows at the right time, how she knew just what she had to do, to win. But no words came out of her mouths, as her older brother hugged her tight screaming something about she was his sister.
Had she really won?

He knew the fight was over as she got the upper hand and hammered him down. As he then could hear the countdown he knew, he would b thrown out, maybe it was for the best maybe not. As he got up again, he could see how a lot of the people cheered, and that he had finally lost the fight would mean he had to leave, so this would be his last time in the pack. As everyone cheered for the new winner, the elders tried getting everyone’s attention as soon as they got it, they would declare the judgment and the winner as well as the outcast.

“So today, we have gotten a new champion one, who was not like us, what this has shown us, is that you don’t have to be the same race.” As it was said, Lazarus went up to get his tattoo changed, he was no more a part of the clan so, in that regard he chooses to become and outcast, the pain with getting a new version of the tattoo was painful that much he knew but, he had to do it.

As he got the tattoo from the elders everyone was quiet. When he finally got trough the changes to his tattoo, he looked up meeting Kasumis eyes, before he looked towards his parents, who had gotten everything ready for him to leave in the meantime. As he then went down to his parents, he grabbed his things, and the gift they had given to him. As he then moved trough the arena and the packs home, he felt a sense of dread but at the same time, freedom he was free to explore the world, there was nothing holding him here, and he did not really feel like he should go back and be a part of the festivesties.