The Primordial Tamer

Orion looked at the sword Marcus dropped. He picked it up and held it in front of him, pointing it towards Marcus.

His grip was strong and firm, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt. The tip of the sword was mere inches away from Marcus's neck.

"It's over," he repeated, his voice low and menacing.

Marcus stared back at him defiantly, refusing to cower before his enemy. "You can't kill me," he said, his voice laced with defiance. "I am from Panthera Clan."

Orion's eyes narrowed at the mention of the clan. He let out a mocking laugh, his voice filled with anger. "Do you think I am afraid of your clan?" he spat. "I will not accept your death match invitation if I am afraid."

He took a step closer to Marcus, the tip of the sword now pressing into his skin. "You have sent assassins to me and I have killed them," he continued, his voice filled with fury. "You sent them just because I obstructed you from picking up girls."

Marcus's eyes widened in shock and disbelief at the accusation. "That's not true," he protested, his voice shaking slightly. "I never sent anyone to kill you."

Orion sneered at him. "Save your lies for someone who cares," he spat. "From the moment you sent me the death match invitation, I am not afraid of you or even your clan."

Marcus swallowed hard, feeling the cold metal of the sword against his skin. He knew that he was in a perilous situation and that any wrong move could mean his end. He had always been taught to be brave in the face of danger, but now he felt his courage faltering.

Orion could sense Marcus's fear and he took pleasure in it. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Marcus's face. "You cannot kill me," Marcus shouted, trying to assert his dominance and regain some control of the situation.

Orion chuckled, the sound cold and harsh. "I can do whatever I want," he replied, his voice filled with contempt. "And right now, what I want is to see you suffer."

He pulled the sword back slightly, ready to strike. Marcus's heart raced in his chest as he braced himself for the blow. But then, a shout suddenly heard by Orion, "You cannot kill him."

Orion's attention was diverted toward the source of the voice. He turned around, his grip on the sword loosening slightly. A man could be seen there.

He was dressed in traditional Panthera Clan attire, with a long white beard and a stern expression. His presence seemed to command respect and authority, and Orion couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his presence.

"Elder," Marcus exclaimed, relief flooding his voice. "Please, save me."

The elder stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Orion. "Put down the sword, young man," he said in a commanding voice. "There is no need for violence here."

Orion was taken aback by the elder's interruption. He had not expected anyone to intervene, let alone someone from Panthera Clan. He had always heard of their reputation as fierce and merciless warriors, and the elder's appearance only confirmed those rumors.

But Orion refused to back down. He had come too far to let Marcus go now. "Who do you think you are?" he spat at the elder. "This is a death match, and no one can leave until one of us is dead."

The elder's eyes narrowed, and his expression grew even more severe. "How dare you to talk back to me, young man," he thundered. "Release him at once or face the wrath of Panthera Clan."

Orion felt a surge of anger at the elder's threat. He had always prided himself on his independence and his refusal to be intimidated by anyone.

"I am not afraid of you," he sneered. "The moment Marcus became my enemy, I vowed to show him no mercy."

The elder's face darkened at Orion's words. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on Orion's. "Don't you dare do it," he warned. "Or else you will face the full force of Panthera Clan."

Orion tightened his grip on the sword, his fingers turning white with the effort. He felt a surge of defiance within him, a burning desire to prove himself to the elder and to the rest of the clan. He was not going to back down now.

"I am not afraid of your clan," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "I will do whatever it takes to win this fight."

Suddenly, in a flash of movement, Orion swung the sword around Marcus's neck. The blade sliced through flesh and bone with ease, and Marcus's head fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Blood spurted out from the severed neck, splattering on the ground and on Orion's clothes.

The elder let out a cry of horror and rage. "What have you done?" he shouted, his voice filled with fury. "You have killed one of our own, and for what? A foolish fight that meant nothing!"

Orion stood there, panting and covered in blood. He had not expected the fight to end this way, but he felt a sense of satisfaction at having proven himself. He had shown that he was not someone to be trifled with and that he was willing to go to any lengths to achieve his goals.

But the satisfaction was short-lived. As he looked around, he saw that the other members of the Panthera Clan had surrounded him, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. They were brandishing weapons of their own, and Orion knew that he was in deep trouble.

The elder stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "You have sealed your fate, young man," he said. "The wrath of Panthera Clan will be upon you now."

Orion knew that he was outnumbered and outmatched. But he refused to show any sign of weakness. "I am ready to face your wrath," he said, his voice steady. "I will not go down without a fight."

The other members of the Panthera Clan closed in on him, their weapons raised. Orion braced himself for the attack, his heart racing with fear and excitement. He knew that this was the moment of truth, the moment when he would either emerge victorious or perish in the fight.