"THE OPPONENT IS THE UNDEFEATED BEAST OF RAGE!" The announcer screams at the top of his lungs.
The crowd begins to cheer, almost like an uproar one would hear from a riot. It nearly deafened the Half-elf, half-demon boy. But as he gained his composure, it began moving. It didn't take long for it to reach him, but it seemed like almost forever as its first attack was a massive down ward strike. Rolling out of harms way, he took deep breaths as sand began to float into the air. This sand was harsh, and would get into any wounds, should he get any. Combating this thing without losing an arm might be impossible. He gritted his teeth and began to run at the beast's feet, as it recovered from it's first swing. But it moved fast, it's next swing was to the side, to knock Bal off his feet. Bal jumped as high as he could, practically landing on the sword for a moment, before losing his balance on the moving weapon, and falling into the sand. He rushed to his feet, anticipating another side sweep swing with the claymore, but instead a large fist hit his entire body, sending him flying into the Arenas side wall. He bounce off it, and did his best to regain his footing. This was going to be his toughest fight to date, and more than likely his last.
Clapping his hands together, Leer giggled to himself, watching the boy struggle to his feet. This fight was going to end quickly, and gory. He intended to see it through until the last drop of blood was spilled. This child was going to get what he deserved. Liza couldn't help but grit her own teeth at the battle. She had seen the Undefeated Beast of Rage slaughter people in mere seconds. Bal's quick thinking kept him alive longer than most, but how long would he last, to just end up another victim. Interfering was illegal and would eliminate him from the proving and sully her name as a Guard Lieutenant.
"Come on Bal! You can do it!" Liza screamed at the top of her lungs.
As he struggled to his feet from the massive hit, he held up his sword with both hands and held his ground against the next big swing, which he just managed to hold. The pressure and weight was intense, but he wasn't going down without a fight.
Pushing against the sword, Bal rolled to the side as the claymore soon struck the sand again. Now he ran for the beast's feet, striking at it a few times, cutting up the ankles as well. Swing left, swing right, downward slash. Nothing. Nothing happened, his blade was pushed back. The scales of the beast were that similar to a demon's..... impenetrable by a normal blade. Heavy breathing, he didn't see the next swing that knocked him off his feet as he hit the ground, now with a cut in his left leg, the sand immediately entering the wound. Grabbing his leg, he looked up to see the beast strike back down. Barely having time, he dodged the swing, and ducked the side swing that came afterwards. Lying on the ground, all he could do was wince at the pain that ached his whole body. Liza's voice was heard from the roaring crowd, as he turned to look at her. Big mistake. The beast used its spare hand again to smack him into another part of the circular wall. The crowd grew silent. Bal didn't move as he fell from the hole, onto the sand once more. This was it. He looked up to see the beast's evil grin. It knew it had won. Bal closed his eyes and sighed. The memories he had of training, of enjoying his life, all of them flashed in his head. This was... the... end.
"No. This isn't my end." Bal said, as he remembered something.
This was his day. His time to prove he was worthy to be like those he lived with. Spitting up blood, He picked himself and stared at the beast who had just now started its next swing. Grinning, Bal pointed his sword at the beast's face. Now what happened next, shocked everyone. Jumping to the side, Bal avoided the downward swing, and then forced himself on top of the claymore. He began to run up the large blade, his own sword cutting the air. Yelling with his lungs, he jumped up and made it very clear. Today was his day. Hovering in the air, both hands on his blade he point it toward the beast's forehead.
"Demon's Roar!" He shouted. This was not a skill he had invented, but inherited. His demon heart glowing a bright purple.
With the force of a rushing ox, and the speed of lightning, Bal shot through the beast, landing on his knees, blade dug into the sand as the beast came to a large crash behind him.
Bal began to think to himself, 'What the hell was that?'
As the beast came to a large crash, and it was clear Bal was still alive, the crowd was dead silent, and then in an instant, it began to cheer with its heart out. The main event had ended.
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