Arena 1
The men shrunk down into their seats, nontheless watching in earnest. To say their eyes were glued on the battle was an understatement. The men staring down at the arena were studying, some even taking notes on pieces of papers, others on their phones.
"YES MASTER!"
The one guy roared back.
"What? What the hell is he talking about?" another man in the crowd said. "Why is he still in the damn arena? He's getting completely destroyed. Is she? Is Valarie attacking to kill?"
The man who shouted at Zeke turned around, bowing to the rest of his group. "Do you see that? Down below. Do you see that? Greed, desperation, they are all manifestations of one thing: hope. We must follow Zeke's example and let hope nourish us. Yes, to fight only for ourselves, that is the philosophy of that man. Do you see how he clings to life, despite it being hopeless? That is the strength that overcame Seras's. Yes, that is the power that makes miracles, a faith in oneself and a desire for life!"
And so, the leader of the group turned back around, awaiting something special. He wasn't sure what, but he knew it would light the path he desired to take.
Arena 1 - Audience“Step follows step, hope follows Courage. Set your face towards danger; Set your heart on victory.”
As the dojoheads were babbling about, a sudden chill filled the air. The ashen man appeared behind the group, his bird zipping about before putting his wing on the fat lipped spectator.
"Shaddup kid. You're about to see something good."Sipping a cool glass of orange juice, the man of ash nodded. "Indeed."
Eyes focused on the arena, the man of ash watched with dispassionate amusement, stroking the cheek that had been struck so long ago by a certain someone down below...
"What exquisite refreshments. If only they were accompanied by that vampire's screams." But alas...
Heheheh... you've noticed too, didn't you?
Of course. After all, it's him we're talking about. We have that one thing in common.
Ah. Yep. I guess that is true. We're all suckers for the path of resistance.
And so, this battle enters its final act.
Zeke - Arena OneThe dying man flinched with shocked eyes. It was because he was dying that his limp body couldn't resist the speed and power. Before he noticed it, ooze erupted from his chest and his eyes turned blank. The slashed man fell backwards without a shred of life in his eyes. and smiled his last smile.
That strike was supposed to be unsurvivable.
However, that was assuming she was facing Ezekiel 'the figher'.
Light. Unavoidable. Irresistible. But before the light came darkness. The fallen man had grabbed the ground with one hand and launched a kick flying with propelling force towards her chin. Was the fact the man was dying a lie? No, that wasn't the lie.
The kick was.
The burst of energy didn't send his blow upwards alone. It turned his body with a rush of rotational force at the same time - and sent his fist shooting at her ankle with a serpentine sweep! All while a dead man grabbed the ground upside down.
Congratulations. You have earned the right to fight the true Ezekiel.
Genuine power and conviction slammed straight towards her will with the heat of a bursting sun.
I will not belittle you, Valerie. I am grateful you allowed me to experience our gap in physical prowess. You truly are a wondrous wall.
But did you think I would make it so easy?
It was foolish to head into your fullest embrace... without returning the favor in kind.
Their gap was widening. The star was escaping her grasp. Her victory. But how? He should be dead. The false heart she cut down should have been ravaged, and with that his anchor.
Allow me to offer your last rites... with every fiber of my being.