A Game Of Fate

"And let the match begin!"
A gong sounded out, as Dorothy and I jumped away from each other. Wary.
The stadium was circular and humongous, although only sparsely filled with people. Within the stadium, a long rectangular field stood, made from marble but reinforced with magic.

The faces of the Three Fates were sculpted into part of the field's boundary walls: Destiny, Luck and Trickster. Visible to my right. They were the overseers of the Fate Games, and in whose reverence these games were held.

"Come forth! River of Styx!"
The ground turned squishy and water burst out of it, filling up the field as Dorothy grabbed and called upon the first card that popped out of the ground.
It wasn't enough to submerge as entirely though.

The cards emerging from the ground went floating about, moving fast, as they got caught in the turbulent river currents.
One card shot past me, giving me a glimpse of what it was before it did.

Sword of Achilles! Perfect!

I swam after it, past the little fishes that seemed alarmed by my presence and the weeds that tickled my legs as I put my back into it. Then the current shifted, and the card hurtled towards me, and soon behind me.

'Got you!' I thought as I straightened my back.

The card transformed into a long sword with engravings upon it that I couldn't make sense of.
The water wasn't much. I could still hold my head above it, but it needed to be gotten rid of. And so was to be the case with Dorothy, that annoying redhead from the neighbouring village.

I shot towards Dorothy, who was already busy trying to catch a card herself, but the river currents were growing more and more powerful.
"Holy asses of Fates!" I slammed my sword into the ground as a really powerful current hit me in the chest, trying to hold myself in place.

"Bow of Appollo!"
Shit. I'll be toast.
Pulling out the sword and I let myself be whisked away by the currents, escaping three arrows that were shot my way. This game relied entirely on one's Fate.

A flash caught my eyes as she noticed a bright white card stuck in a bundle of weeds that were floating past her.

"No, you're not!" I grabbed it.
Erase? Now that's a good spell.

"Erase!"
And the water level started lowering, being absorbed by the ground as it grew more and more damp. Until not a drop of water remained, except the wet clothes the fighters were in.
"Your arrows, my sword. Come, bitch!"