Hey everyone! This week's Tuesday Tale is a picture prompt of 300 words. The perfect picture for my paranormal/Greek god story fits a little further in the story that we currently are. So here is that tidbit that connects them. Don't forget to check out the rest of the scene in my Tuesday Tale for this week!
The two men circled each other as they studied the other. The guy threw the first series of punches, ending with a body kick to Ares's ribs. The Greek god deflected every strike but the kick.
He snarled. “We’re boxing, dumb shit.”
His opponent bounced from one foot to the other. “I like MMA.”
“You do, huh? Fine. Bring it.”
The two fighters exchanged violent punches. Ares’s jab split open the young guy’s forehead. The whole battle seemed to swing in Ares’s favor.
That was until the kid grabbed hold of Ares and tossed the god over his back. It was a text book Judo throw. It might as well have been recorded for an instructional video. Ares was stunned long enough for his opponent to climb into mount and rain down punches. Juliet wasn’t sure how Ares slithered out from under the guy while being struck in the face but he did.
Ares slumped in his corner and slid a powerful finger across his throats towards the ref. “This bullshit is over. Stop the fight.”
The referee threw himself in between the fighters and waved his arms frantically. The young man looked just as baffled as Juliet felt. Suddenly his face lit up. “Wait. This means I won.”
Ares scowled. “No, this doesn’t mean you won. You’re a cheat. I called the fight before you killed someone.”
“Screw you. I won. I’ll claiming my prize.” The guy grabbed his clothes from the ring girl. He didn’t bother to dress. He scampered down the steps and darted through the crowd to Juliet. He pulled her close to him with a huge grin. “You’re mine, baby.”