First of all, tip! I'm overwhelmed by the variety and the complexity of the stories you post in your contest. It's not easy to finish them in a worthy and coherent way. I wanted to do all the 3 of this week in a row, but coming at the third I'm completely drained. But, I give it a try ;)
The red warrior shouted:
"How do you know that name?! How?!"
But it was too late for the answers. The mangled flesh of the Black Heron, devastated by the artichoke, was lying, still, in the arena.
The red warrior typed frantically on the digital opening of the helmet, heedless of the hoarse voice of the auctioneer who was proclaiming the victory. A cascade of sweaty green hair was unleashed around a woman's face. The audience rumbled in amazement.
The red warrior bent over her opponent's corpse, and caught something between the contracted fingers of his right hand. In the spasms of agony, he had left the handle of the Dai-katana and grabbed something else.
That day, everybody thought that Scarleopard had taken a trophy out of the body of her opponent, as it was usual in the pits. But the small piece of silver was something much more for her. It matched perfectly with the other half, that she wore hanging on a necklace since she was eight years old.
The two halves, together, were forming a laser decorated medallion. In its front, there was an engraving of a proudly looking woman and a name, Miriam. In the back, there was a tiny map.
Now, after eighteen years from her disappearence, she had a track to follow the legendary Miriam Myrmidon, her first and incomparable combat teacher.
Fuuuuuuuuux! This is the beginning of a best seller..I think it's better than Martins (please supreme God, don't look in the direction of this comment, don't kill another couple of characters for my pride). We need to talk.
Fantastic Marco! I like the setup for Scarleopard's journey! Please write more!