"Up until very recently, I had believed Tai to be
my
mate. He chose to leave our colony to work, which was bad enough, but he always came back.
Alone.
"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Cora lost her polite demeanor, her gaze flicking over to Tai, who had begun to stir.
You motherfucker. Seriously?
Startling her, Loyma laughed, a harsh and grating chuckle. "Oh, now you can see why we welcomed you like this! He didn't tell you
anything.
"
Cora was at a loss. She hadn't even considered the possibility that any of them would have already had a mate.
You barely know any of them, Cora. Why are you surprised? The only ones willing to be transparent with you were Mar and Tor, and you left them behind. Like an idiot.
Bile rose in her throat.
But. There has to be a reason. You have to give him a chance.
Were she not uncountable light years from home, surrounded by hostile strangers, Cora would
not
have felt so willing to forgive. She took a deep, steadying breath.
"What do I need to do?"
Loyma stretched, four hands reaching above her head. Muscles rippled and flared beneath her shirt.
Shit.
"This is the part I do not like. But it is necessary, for the safety of our colony. You and I will fight. When you lose, we will kill your other mate and children. We can't afford any more mouths to feed."
Oh, jeez.
"Do you need time to prepare?"
Cora looked over at Della. His deep green eyes were wide, uncertain. In his arms, Orra stirred.
Oh, fuck.
I have to think like they taught me.
Loyma was slightly top-heavy, her skin tough but thin in areas. Veins stood out, casting their own shadows. Her stance was wide. She would be a grappler, not capable of inflicting the same kind of damage Cora could. The tips of her tusks were dull, not razor-sharp like the fangs Cora was running her tongue over.
I have to keep my advantage.
She tensed her shoulders, forcing a visible shiver. "No, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, Della."
Looking up at him again, Cora prepared herself for the fear in his eyes.
To her shock, it was fake.
He... he's not worried in the slightest.
She took an uneven stance, weakly squaring her shoulders at Loyma.
He trusts me?
"I'll make this quick, Cora. I'm sorry that it has to be like this. Don't worry, Tai
will
be punished."
Cora nodded, her bottom lip trembling.
When Loyma lunged for her, she slipped easily from her stance, dropping to the ground. Instead of letting the momentum sink into the wood, she swung it back up through her legs and core, catching her opponent squarely in the stomach with the heel of her hand.
Loyma dropped to the ground, retching, but quickly recovered. The others surrounding her moved back to form a wide circle, just watching.
Cora quickly skittered back, resisting the urge to bare her teeth. She let shock bleed into her expression.
"That was luck," Loyma coughed, not rising from a crouch.
She's gonna come at me again. I have to-
Cora wasn't ready. Loyma punched her in the chest, knocking her to the ground. She seized the front of her shirt, picking her up from the ground just to ram her back down into it. Wheezing, Cora struggled to blink away the stars crowding her vision.
Her arm.
She writhed loose, followed her instincts' instructions, and chomped down on the arm above her. Her teeth sunk in with ease, the fine tendons snapping beneath them. Even as bitter blood filled her mouth, Cora focused on what they would do to her kids. Her family. Choking down her disgust, she bore down harder as Loyma screamed. She reared upwards, tearing the flesh further before she finally let go.
Jumping backwards, Cora was able to take a breath. Blood poured from her mouth, blood that wasn't hers. It was foul.
I can do this. Don't let her catch her breath.
She was guarding her injured side, now, so Cora lunged to her right, aiming high. Her opponent was losing a good amount of blood.
I can't assume she'll be affected. She has the same adrenaline that I do.
Feinting back to the left, Cora dove down past her, striking at the back of her knee. It buckled slightly.
Not enough.
Loyma was faster than Cora, again. She took a blow square to the face, a dizzying
thud
echoing through her head.
No, I got you, bitch.
Cora let her upper back hit the ground, squaring her shoulders against it before seizing Loyma's forearm. With it held firmly against her chest, Cora kicked out,
hard.
As she stiffened her entire body, one foot managed to catch between Loyma's upper and lower arm, planting itself squarely against her ribcage. The nauseating sounds her arm made as muscle and sinew snapped and tore in several places was drowned out by an agonized wail. Scrabbling out from underneath her, Cora moved clear before turning back to face her opponent. Now, both of Loyma's right arms were out of commission. The upper hung limply at her side, while the lower one was curled against her, the forearm and wrist shredded beyond recognition. Blood poured from Cora's nose. She didn't care.
Regarding Loyma with trepidation, Cora didn't relax. "I'm not weak, I'm sorry."
Loyma didn't respond.
Shit.
"This isn't one of those
fight to the death
kind of fights, is it?" Cora wheezed.
Dropping to her knees, Loyma shook her head before letting it loll back. "No, fuck no. You win."
The onlookers murmured, uncertain.
"Are you- are you gonna be okay? You're still bleeding a lot."
Loyma gave her a dry, long look. "Cora."
"Yes?"
"I don't know your home planet's customs, but that is
not
how you treat the loser."