Chapter 298 298: Chapter : 298 : Thristle Nightshade V/S Aletha Thunderheart! : 1
Thristle stepped onto the arena floor with a spring in her step. Her crimson-and-gold uniform hugged her athletic hobgoblin frame—strong shoulders tapering to a narrow waist that flared into powerful hips and thick, toned thighs.
Sweat already glistened on her exposed skin, making the fabric cling in ways that highlighted every flex of muscle as she rolled her shoulders. Her violet eyes sparkled with unrestrained excitement, hair bouncing with each bouncy step.
Opposite her stood Aletha Thunderheart.
The tall noble girl moved with sharp, electric confidence, her silver white hair whipping dramatically in the arena winds. The red academy uniform clung to her body like a second skin—stretched tight across her powerful frame, accentuating her massive breast and the dramatic flare of her hips. Her pleated skirt rode high on thick, muscular thighs wrapped in sheer black thigh-high stockings with intricate gold embroidery that drew the eye upward with every shift of weight. Lightning crackled faintly around her fingertips, blue-white arcs dancing across her skin as her silver eyes narrowed in arrogant disdain. Sweat beaded along her collarbone and down her arms, making her uniform glisten under the lights. Her full lips curled into a smug smirk, and every breath made her chest rise and fall with barely contained fury.
Katerine Lenbourg had been flashy. Aletha looked like she wanted blood.
Aletha didn't carry a wand. She didn't need one.
Her hands were her weapons—fists already wrapped in crackling lightning gauntlets that hissed and popped with raw power.
"You're going to regret coming her, mud blood."
Thristle grinned, "The whole collosium will see who will really regret this."
Mira Hale's voice echoed clearly.
"Match 19: Thristle Nightshade versus Aletha Thunderheart. Begin!"
Aletha struck first—short-tempered and explosive.
She exploded forward in a burst of lightning-enhanced speed—boots cracking the concrete—fist cocked back. Blue-white electricity surged around her knuckles as she threw a straight punch aimed at Thristle's solar plexus. The air itself sizzled; the strike moved faster than sound.
Thristle didn't dodge.
She planted her feet—grinning wide—and met the punch head-on.
Her magic flared—thin, invisible barrier shimmering around her body like a second skin—amplifying her own strength while absorbing just enough of the incoming force to keep her upright. The lightning punch slammed into her crossed forearms with a deafening CRACK.
Sparks exploded outward.
Thristle skidded back half a meter—boots carving grooves—but she laughed—bright and fearless.
"Ow! That one actually stung! You hit hard for a noble!"
Aletha's eyes widened—then narrowed in pure fury.
"You talk too fucking much!"
Thristle bounced on her toes—rolling her shoulders.
"Aww, come on! I'm just warming up! My King is watching—gotta make it look good, right? He likes when I'm flashy!"
Aletha snarled—lightning crackling louder around her fists.
"Shut. Up."
She lunged again—faster this time—delivering a lightning-infused spinning kick aimed at Thristle's head.
Thristle ducked under it—grinning the whole time—then countered with a rising uppercut amplified by her own magic. Her fist glowed red as it connected with Aletha's crossed arms.
The impact rang like a gong.
Aletha staggered back—boots sliding—arms numb from the amplified force.
Thristle kept talking—voice bright and taunting.
"You're pretty fast! But my King said to make you work for it—so here's a little extra!"
She charged low—fists glowing brighter—delivering a rapid series of amplified punches. Each strike carried triple the normal force, shockwaves rippling through the air with every hit.
Aletha blocked—lightning shield flaring around her forearms—but the impacts still pushed her back step by step.
"You're annoying!" Aletha growled—short temper snapping. "Just shut up and fight!"
Thristle laughed—dodging a lightning-fast jab—then countered with a spinning backfist.
"My King likes when I talk! Makes it more fun! Right, My King?!"
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Back in the high gallery—
Aiden's lips twitched—small, proud smirk.
"She's enjoying herself."
Nyxion snorted.
"She's showing off."
Luna bounced excitedly.
"Go Thristle! Punch her more!"
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Back on the central stage—
Aletha roared—lightning surging around her entire body.
She slammed both fists into the ground.
A massive web of high-level lightning erupted outward—blue-white bolts branching like a storm, each one carrying paralyzing power.
Thristle's eyes widened.
"Oh—shit!"
She leaped—flipping backward—dodging most of the bolts. But two grazed her legs—jolt of electricity shooting through her muscles. Her thighs seized for half a second; she stumbled on landing.
Aletha seized the opening—lunging forward with a lightning-infused straight punch aimed at Thristle's stomach.
Thristle barely raised her arms.
The punch connected.
Thristle flew backward, breath exploding from her lungs.
She slid down—knees buckling—but caught herself on one hand—grinning through gritted teeth.
"Nice hit… that one actually hurt…"
Aletha stood panting—lightning still crackling around her fists.
"Yield."
Thristle pushed herself up—shaking out her arms—feeling slowly returning.
"Not a chance. My King's still watching. Can't let a little shock slow me down!"
She charged again—talking the whole way.
"You know what? You're kinda cute when you're mad! All that lightning makes your hair stand up—looks like you are an angry wife!"
Aletha's face twisted in pure rage.
"I said—shut up!"
She unleashed another barrage—lightning bolts raining down like a storm.
Thristle weaved—dodging most—then countered with a flying knee strike amplified to monstrous force.
Aletha crossed her arms—lightning shield flaring—but the impact still sent her flying sideways. She slid across the floor, breathing hard.
The crowd was losing their minds—tension thick in the air.
Thristle bounced on her toes—grinning wider.
"Come on, lightning girl! Show me more! My King's watching—I wanna look cool!"
Aletha's eyes blazing with fury.
"You… talk… too… much!"
She slammed her fists together.
Lightning erupted in a massive circle around her—then shot outward in dozens of branching bolts—each one carrying paralyzing power.
Thristle's barrier flared—red light shimmering—but the bolts were too many, too fast.
Several struck her arms, her legs, her torso.
Her muscles seized—body locking up for a heartbeat.
She staggered—laughing breathlessly.
"Oops! That one got me good!"
Aletha lunged—fist cocked back—lightning surging around her knuckles.
Thristle shook off the paralysis—just in time—dodging the punch by inches.
She countered—spinning elbow strike amplified to crushing force.
Aletha blocked—but the impact still rattled her bones.
They traded blows—fist to fist—amplified strikes against crackling lightning punches.
Sparks flew in every direction.
Thristle kept talking—voice bright even as sweat poured down her face.
"You're strong! I like that! Makes it more fun for my King!"
Aletha's rage boiled over.
"STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR STUPID KING!"
She unleashed everything—lightning surging around her entire body—then delivered a thunderous uppercut aimed at Thristle's chin.
Thristle crossed her arms—barrier flaring—but the lightning broke through.
The strike connected.
Thristle's head snapped back—body lifting off the ground—flying backward.
She slid down to one knee.
Breathing hard.
Sweat dripping.
But still grinning.
Aletha stood panting—lightning crackling around her fists.
"Yield."
Thristle pushed herself up—slowly.
"Not… yet…"
She wiped blood from her lip—eyes locked on the gallery—on Aiden.
"My King's still watching."
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END OF CHAPTER : 298 : THRISTLE NIGHTSHADE V/S ALETHA THUNDERHEART! : 1
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