Third Eye ||SWP|| Nita&Tristan
@tristananshega
A sheen of sweat coated Nita’s brow as she took hold of the sporting hammer. The heat bore down on them all, but there was plenty of water shared among the competitors. The spicer made sure to stay hydrated and still took a swig of brandy every so often. Usually, Nita would take advantage of the flood of citizens and focus on selling her goods. This year, she let her partner, Titus, handle it while she participated in the games. Little did she know that she’d be up against Tristan. Due to the number of competitors, she figured they wouldn’t get paired up. She should have known she’d be wrong.
It was a good thing that hammer throwing wasn’t all about strength. Otherwise, she would have felt like they cheated. The field event not only required power, but accuracy too. They had to get the hammer far, but still keep it in the boundary lines. Each person would have three tosses, their hammers marked by a ribbon that matched the one around their wrists. Nita looked over to her opponent, the young wolf supposedly fated to rule Anshega. “Your father’s gonna laugh his ass off when he hears about your loss. Tristan, the Alpha-Born, couldn’t even make it past the first round in a human game.”
Nita stuck out her tongue, stepping over to the throwing point. She lifted the hammer, whirling it above her head a few times before letting it soar. It sailed in a straight arc before sinking to the ground, landing a good distance in the boundaries. “Let’s see you beat that, I doubt you can.” She teased.
