"Remember your training," Instructor Martinalli whispered in my ear as they called my name over the speakers.

"Of course, instructor Martinalli." I gave him a quick bow and walked out onto the arena greeting my opponent. We both clanged our swords together, gave a simple nod, and backed up into our fighting stances.

"Cara Villingsvy apart of team Thundervile will be going against Drake Fallingvail on team Scaleneburg," The announcer called over the speaker. He nodded at the man standing in metal armor. The man in armor walked toward us.

"You both know the rules. Fight, stay fighting, be fought. Understand?" The man asked. We both nodded in agreement. Living by these rules my entire life, I know life is always a war. I have to fight, stay fighting, and be fought. Everybody does. Its life and death.

I planted my foot on the ground making a steady hold on the ground.

"Fighters ready?" The announcer called.

Me and Drake answered at the same time. "Ready to fight, stay fighting, and be fought!"

"Good," The announcer said and nodded at the man in the armor. The man backed away to his original spot. "Welcome to the Bellum games," The announcer called out in the speaker. This was the moment my entire life was planned out for. This is what I've been training for. And I am not going to lose. Especially to Drake.

The announcer then yelled the words I've been waiting for...

"FIGHT!"