She leaped into the air, using her tail like a slingshot, and flew toward one of the railings above. She swung around the room like an acrobat until she did a flip and landed in that infamous super hero landing in the middle of the room.
The crowd appreciated the show, screaming and crying and chanting “Dona” over and over.
Any other time, Polly would have too.
But not this time, when the female alien was there to rip her apart. Whether it’s by death or domination, Polly was still fuzzy on the details.
Neither one appealed, though.
Breal met her gaze.
And winked.
Okay…
They hadn’t discussed any kind of pre-plan for this, so what was she winking at her for?
Great. Something else she didn’t understand.
Polly looked around again, and she finally saw Erzo, to her right, kind of behind her, in one of the VIP booth things.
He didn’t make any recognition of her. Not even a wink or a wave.
Which pretty much pissed her off. The way he sat there, rigid and intent next to his father, Polly wondered if he even was allowed to do anything. After all, he was the focus point of the moment.
So maybe he couldn’t show any sort of favoritism during the ceremony.
Great. Was no one on my side here? Polly wondered. Maybe winking Breal was, but she still didn’t know what the hell that meant. The wild voices got louder, and p
An announcement brought the crowd’s voices down.
“Welcome. Tonight we witness a battle for dominance! Two clans! One contract! The winner? Mated to Erzo, son of Arik, of Kovat Clan. If Breal, of Dona Clan wins, it will unite the Kovat and Dona Clans.”
The crowd screamed and cheered.
“If Polly wins,” The announcer chuckled.
Polly gritted her teeth.
“If Polly wins, then Erzo, son of Arik, will be banished from Charrovik for his lifetime!”
The crowd booed.
“Great, now they hate me forever,” Polly mumbled.
Three lights blinked.
“Fight!”
Polly pulled her bat, just like Erzo told her, arching it up her body, and she held it high, like she was going to take out the biggest car in the parking lot.
“Swing, batter, batter, swing,” Polly whispered to herself.
Breal charged her.
Polly held her bat out and just as Breal got close, she swung with all her might.
It should have been a home run. If it had hit a softball, it would have gone way back, out into the crowd.
