How to decide on who should married is only one of the rituals in society. In this story, a battle between the man and woman sets the stage of how they can learn to deal with each other.
Palms
sweaty—heart steady—battle ready—Marohka reviewed her strategy for the fight. A
crowd sat watching her from the observation deck. One of the elders read the
rules over the loud speaker. “The person who pins his or her opponent for ten
itons . . .”
Her gaze darted
to the man standing in the middle of the mating arena. Orange padded walls
framed Stihl’s body. Sizewise, he stood over four leg-lengths’ tall, giving him
a half of leg advantage. Weightwise, he out matched her by at least a hundred
pounds. Yet, neither his size nor his weight worried her. She’d beaten bigger
men before at the gym where she worked out.
Bigger, but
soft, she amended.
Under his
skintight workout suit, she recognized a strong athletic man who worked out
regularly. Her stomach churned at his muscle mass. The odds of her winning
against a seasoned opponent ground to zero.
A blinding
force of reality struck her—she could lose.
Unwilling to
accept the possibility, she struggled with a way to win. She had two options,
trick him with a fast maneuver or draw blood. Per the rules, any blood spilled
disqualified him. Then, if she were lucky, the match over, and she’d be free
forever.
She smiled at
the reassuring thought. A strangely sweet odor hit her senses. With a quick
glance at her target, she caught sight of his mischievous grin. A dimple
flashed from the corner of his mouth.
Recognition
dawned. Her opponent, none other than the guy by the staircase last night,
winked at her. A fleeting notion sped through her head. Does she really want to win?
“Marohka Taunton
meet your future mate, Stihl Fermesium,” the formal voice rang from the
speakers.
With a nod of
greeting, Marohka placed herself under tight control. Every muscle on alert,
she waited for the contest to begin. She clenched her teeth to hide the spark of
fear vibrating through her nervous system.
“Now after
being introduced and read the rules, let’s see a fair fight.”
“Looks like you
were wrong. It’s not over.” Stihl grinned.
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Tina
She shifted into her fighting stance. Knees bent, one
foot a step behind the other. She pictured ways to defeat him. “It soon will
be.”
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Have a great day,
Tina