Lorenzo
Amazing, to think someone would brace his most potent attacks one after the other simply to spite him. It seems my skill with fire and my skill with women are equally lacking...
The burning pirate could never hope to move out of the way in his state, she reached him with the speed of a gale and dragged him by the throat, soaring above the arena.
But he wouldn't accept, he couldn't accept this. Because he was resolved, living while losing to a brat like her, bowing down with tail between his legs, giving up his pride and promise because of his weakness, to live like that was worse than dying!
That is what he used to think anyways. But this time was different.
He knew better than anyone, just how weak he was. It might be a bit bitter, but he was used to losing things important to him, his pride was last on his list. There are things more important than that, he didn't need a reason to live. Her encouragement was enough to keep the fire in his heart going, that and his ambitions.
Winning, losing, he'd done enough of both. It was fine if he was weak right now, even if he lost he wouldn't lose forever. Next time, he'd get her for sure! And to think it took dying for him to learn that living was good enough on its own.
But this didn't mean he'd have to give up either. If he just stopped here, he wouldn't just be insulting his friend, but the one who was dragging him by the throat herself. Very well, a final attack! Let us settle this with pride, Shinobu!
"Hahh...haha...hahahahahahahahaha!!!!" He roared before pointing his hand at her face. The fire covering the skeleton flickered even more intensely, threatening to dissappear and snuff his life along with it. His fire, his bones, every single drop of his mana was poured into a final attack, a fireball bigger and hotter than any before, hot enough to melt steel and turn flesh into dust.
