It was a mystery even to Aurelia how it had happened. There was a goal and a tentative plan with which to execute it, but she hadn't actually anticipated its complete success.
The crowd around them erupted in a cacophany of various woops, boos, and howls, their noise blurring together into something closer to a steady, unending roar that rang almost painfully in her ears. Somehow, against all odds and perhaps even the laws of physics, the Shakti-Vaes had managed to completely upend her opponent and slam her flat upon her back, and now the pair stared at each as if from two different planes of existence.
The crowd carried on, but Aurelia found that she could no longer hear them.
Solulfur's paws pressed firmly against her chest, and she wondered if her pulse could be felt hammering all the way down the length of the Black Sun's well-muscled limbs. Her breathing was hard and ragged, eyes narrowed and lips set in a firm line while only the tips of her fangs poked through - and then Solulfur smiled.
She felt her heart stop.
She had looked worried, panicked, and then - suddenly happy?
Her fiery gaze met Aurelia's pine-green, and the intensity of that look threatened to burn the forest down entire.
She could have finished the match decisively in that moment, landed one final, dominating blow to seal her victory - but instead she faltered, and remembered Tiberii as she realized the gravity of her actions.
Aurelia had just flipped Solulfur.
And Solulfur was smiling after the fact.
Tiberii and Shiloh had performed this ritual themselves, and now they were all but an item in name because of this sacred performance.
Something else flipped inside her chest.
She was completely frozen, and Aurelia felt her competitive scowl soften into an expression of curious bewilderment as she struggled to understand whether this maneuver had been employed only in the spirit of the fight or if, subconsciously, it meant something more.
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