Blood of the beast soaked into the sand as the elders descended to the arena floor. Their faces withheld a full passing judgment, for none could deny the cleanliness of the kill. The unpleasant looking retreats had led to a result… that none of them would claim that they were capable of at only thirteen.
"An unusual approach."
One of the older elders spoke first while circling the corpse. He demonstrated the upward angle he had seen with his hand.
"Though that final blow… held considerable power from an awkward stance. Most wouldn't attempt it except in desperation."
"A kind of power that could have ended this a minute sooner. In real combat, such hesitation-"
"Would see 'him' overwhelmed by multiple opponents."
Anper finished for the other man. His disappointment lay clear in every word. A quality that had seemed to grow ever since that day of her first menstrual period, when her natural womanhood became an ever more glaring issue for them.
